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It seemed to sooth my troubled breast. Avd be is whispering in her earrar tuli ad. To drink the quiet evening air., son Soft words that ladies love to hear. I look'd upon the deep blue sky,
a lis sind And it was allone and harmoni a Ils Alas! the tale is quickly told-101069 Afar I could see the Arno's stream
His love hath felt the curse of gold! ,,,ng
And he is bartering his heart, ļ sie
For that in which it hath no part.
There's many an illthat clings to love'; :"}} Like the dim memory of other days; And the distant wood's black coronal
But this is one all else above:: :12: Was like oblivion that covereth all.
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of this world's treasure-shame! oh shame! I know not why my soul felt sad;
Love, be thy wings as light as those a -101 touched my late-it would not waken,
That waft the zephyr from the roseSave to old songs of sorrowing
This may be pardoned-something rare Of hope betrayed-of hearts forsaken: In loveliness has been thy'suare! ni bil Each lay of lighter feeling slept;
But how, fair Love, canst thou become rin 19 sang, but as I săug, I wept.
A thing of mines-ma sordid gnometre vurmi 9979 si ujit
And she whom Julian left-she stood's 9 ni as261, THE CHARMED CUP., ;
A cold white statue; as the blood 6. Való Abd fondly sound his neck she clung, Had, when in vain her last wild prayer, 191 Her long black tresses round him flung,
Flown to ber beart and frozen tbere. s'o Love-chains, which would not let him part; Upon her temple each dark vein,
dima And he could feel her beating heart,
Swelled in its agony of pain. The pulses of her small white hand,
Chill, heavy damps were on her brow; The tears she could no more command, Her arms were stretched at Jength, though The tip which trembled, thongh near his,
now is constw of The sigh that mingled with her kiss :
Their clasp was on the empty air: 1989a Yet parted he from that embrace.
A funeral pall-her long black hair hun He cast one glance upon her face,
Fell over her; herself the tumb* His very soul felt sick to see
Of her own youth, and breath, and bloom. Its look of utter misery;
Alas! that man should ever wiu Yet turned he not: one moment's grief,
So sweet a shrine to shame and sin, One pang, like light’ning, fierce and brief,
As womau's heart! and deeper woe One thought, half pity, half remorse,
For her fond weakness, not to know Passed o'er hiin. Oa he urged his horse;
| That yielding all but breaks the chain Hill, ford, and valley, spurred he by, And when his castle-gate was nigh,
That never reunites again! White foam was on his broider'd rein,
It was a dark and tempest nightAnd each spor had a blood-red stain.
No pleasant moon, no blest starlight; it But soon he entered that fair hall:
But meteors glancing o'er the way,
Only to dazzle and betray.
Wraps her slight mantle round her form?
| And blood is on her small snow feet. Where is the curl he used to wear_
She has been forced a way to make The raven tress of silken hair?
Through prickly weed and thorny brake, The winds have scattered it. A braid Uprousing from its coil the snake; ,. Of the first spring-day's golden shade And stirring from their damp abode in Waves with the dark pigmes on his crest; The slimy worm and loathsome toad: ; Fresh' colours are upon his breast; '
And shuddered as she heard the galery The slight blue scarf of simplest fold
Shriek like an evil spirit's wail; Is changed for one of woven gold.
When followed, like a curse, the crash And he is by a maiden's side,
of the pines in the lightning flash; Whose geins of price and rohes of pride. A place of evil and of fear"Would suit the daughter of a king; '... Oh! what does Julian's love slo here susa And diamonds are glistening' durinio Upon her arı; there's not oné carl 1,5 L On, on the pale girl went. At lastorg Unfastened by a loop of pearl....... The gloomy forest depths are pasta, ved
And she has reached the wizard's den, His bursting eyes are glazed and still:
Alas! for her who watched eae! 'eath, Upon a more unwholesome shade.
The cup her love had mixed bore death! There grew dank elders, and the yew Its tbick sepulchral shadow threw;
BALLAD. And brooded there each bird most foul,
By L. E. L. The gloomy bat and sullen owl.
When should lovers breathe their vows? But Ida entered in the cell,
When should fadies bear them? Where dwelt the wizard of the dell.
When the dew is on the boughs,
When none else are near them;
When the moon shines cold and pale,
When the birds are sleeping,
When no voice is on the gale,
When the rose is weeping ;
When the stars are bright on high,
Like hopes in young Love's dreaming, Of the wild eyes' unearthly glare,
And glancing round the light clouds fly,
Like soft fears to shade their beaming.
On the brow by starlight wreathing ;
And the lips their richest incense give He heard her prayer with withering look ; When the sigh is at midnight breathing. Then from unboly herbs he took
Oh! softest is the cheek's love-ray A drag, and said it would recover
Wben seen by moonlight hours; The lost heart of her faithless lover.
Other roses seek the day, She trembled as she turned to see
But blushes are night-flowers. His demon sneer's malignity;
Oh! when the moon and stars are bright, And every step was winged with dread,
When the dew-drops glisten, To bear the curse howled as she fled.
Then their vows should lovers plight;
Then should ladies listen.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF He has brought gold, as gold could bless
LORD BYRON. His work of utter desolateness!
The hand that swept the magic lyre is still; He has brought yems, as if Despair
That lyre so wildly strung shall breathe Had any pride in being fair!
no more: But Ida only wept and wreathed
Still shall the memory of its echoes thrill Her white arms round his neck; then breathed
Each heart that loved its music as before. Those passionate complaints that wring
No more shall love, hope, joy, or sorrow fill A woman's heart, yet never bring
The bosom still'd by death: its pangs are Redress. She called upon each tree
o'er. To witness her lone constancy!
Had I a tear, 'twould fall perhaps for thee; She called upon the silent boughs,
But what thou art we all must shortly be. The temple of her Julian's vows Of happiness too dearly bought!
Thy sireless daughter and thy widowed bride Then wept again. At length she thought Shall mourn thy hapless melancholy doom; Upon the forest sorcerer's gift
And though the chill unfeeling world deride, The last lone hope that love had left!
Their tears of sorrow shall bedew thy tomb. She took the cup and kissed the brim, I knew thee not, yet still thou wert my Mixed the dark spell and gave it him,
pride; To pledge his once dear Ida's name!
And since the flower of life hath ceased to He drank it. Instantly the flame
bloom, Ran through his veins: ove fiery throb Sweet be thy sleep; and may Forgiveness Of bitter pain-one gasping sob
wave Of agony--the cold death-sweat
|| Her angel pinions o'er thy early grave! Is on his face-his teeth are set
A. W. H.
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