The burden of the mystery of my heart, And all that burns within perchance to burn Until that heart shall be of earth,* or bathed But something higher: in that breast I found, + "I tell thee that this poor scorned heart E. BARRETT BROWNING. "Von allem Wissenqualm entladen In deinem Thau gesund mich baden."— Faust. "I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished!"— Luke xii. 50. § "And with fire."- Matt. iii. 11. "I know a wench of excellent discourse; Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle." Comedy of Errors. D To a true champion's purpose, hopes, and fates;- Through all the war of life, and in his peace Beyond it - true to him and to his grave. I saw her such; and if but in a dream, * It was a waking dream: not the fond heart's Her vocal spirit winged the thrilling air, Laden with sweetness, winged it up to heaven, And heard the choral seraphim, evoked And led by her—heard all, saw her alone. How had I glorified thee, had I been * "Such a man were one for whom a woman's heart should beat constant while he breathes, and break when he dies. She spoke with so much energy that the water sparkled in her eyes, and her cheek coloured with the vehemence of her feelings."- Peveril of the Peak. I would weave amaranth with the rose for thee, And thou should'st sit, like " that starred Queen," among "The splendours of the firmament of Time," Hymned in high lays, perhaps long resonant Of song and music and in heavenly hearts, Fair bosoms, echoing. Into that thy sphere I gazed, and saw thee of th' angelic choir We yet more love· the heroines of the heart, Or born of thoughts of beauty, deemed "ideal." Ah! let me muse on them. I see them. Now I repossess the thoughts of many an hour And bodied forth, where Shakspeare,* Eschylus, The boundless swell of ocean. * Helena (both), Portia, Beatrice, Viola, Isabella, Miranda, Juliet, Imogen, Cordelia; and Cressida, and Cleopatra. + Julia Mannering, Isabella Wardour, Di Vernon, Edith Bellenden, Annot Lyle, Rebecca, Catherine Seyton, Fenella, Clara Mowbray. Histoire des Girondins. Let me dream. 'Tis Juliet at the window, leaning, sighing* Round him, while she still hears, and still will hear, I see the long fair locks and form like thine- I see that fair Louisa, with her book,§ * "Juliet leaning Amid her window-flowers,* — sighing."— KEATS. + See Act iii. sc. 2. "Es war eine Dame Nein! Ich hatte bis auf diesen Augenblick dies Mit unaussprechlicher Anmuth —halb knieend, § SCHILLER, Kabale und Liebe, 1 akt. 2 scene. * "Whatever is most intoxicating in the odour of a southern spring, languishing in the song of the nightingale, or voluptuous on the first opening of the rose, is breathed into this poem," &c.—A. W. V. SCHLEGEL. |