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But this was all a dream of sleep,
And I have said, when morning slonc, « Oh! why should fairy Fancy keep
These wonders for herself alone?
I knew not then that Fate had lent
Such tones to one of mortal birth; I knew not then that Heaven had sent
A voice, a forin, like thinc on earth!
And yet, in all that flowery maze
Through which my life has loved to troad, When I have heard the sweetest lays
From lips of dearest lustre shed;
Oh! I have thought, and thinking sigli'de
When I have felt the warbled word
From Beauty's mouth of perfume sighing, Sweet as music's hallow'd bird
Upon a rose's bosom lying!
Though form and song at once combined
Their loveliest bloom and softest thrill, My heart hath sigh'il, my heart hath pined
For something softer, lovelier still!
Oh! I have found it all, at last,
In thee, thou sweetest living lyre, Through which the soul bath ever pass't - Its harmonizing breath of fire!
CLORIS AND FANNY. Cloris ! if I were Persia's king,
I'd make my graceful queen of thec; While Fanny, wild and artless thing,
Should but thy humble handmaid be.
All that my best and wildest dream,
In Fancy's hour, could hear or see Of Music's sigh or Beauty's beam,
Are realized, at once, in thee!
There is but one objection in il
That, verily, I'm much afraid I should, in some unlucky minute,
Forsake the mistress for the maid!
WRITTEN AT THE CONOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWE
TO MISS With woman's form and woman's tricks So much of man you seem to mix,
One knows not where to take you : 1 pray you, if 't is not too far, Go, ask of Nature which you are,
Or what she meant to make you.
Gin eru in loco ove s'udia I rimbombo Dell' acqua..........
Yet stay-you need not take the pains,
For man or maid's desiring;
The thing 's not worth inquiring'
FROM rise of morn till set of sun
ON HER ASKING ME TO ADDRESS A POEM TO HER.
Sine Venere friget Apollo.
How can I sing of fragrant sighs
I ne'er have felt from thee? How can I sing of smiling eyes
That ne'er have smiled on me?
'There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately above these falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene, than the cultivated laods in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Nr Wild's book. According to him, the perpendicular height of the Cobos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy-six.
The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful calaracts exhibit.
The heart, 't is true, may fancy much,
But, oh! 'tis cold and seemingOne moment's real, rapturous touch
Is worth an age of dreaming!
Think'st thou, when Julia's lip and breast
From the corpse of him he slew, Inspired my youthful tongue,
Drops the chill and
dew! I coldly spoke of lips unprest, Nor felt the Heaven I sung?
Hither bend you, turn you hither
Eyes that blast and wings that wither! No, no, the spell that warm'd so long
Cross the wandering Christian's way, Was still my Julia's kiss,
Lead him, ere the glimpse of day, And still the girl was paid in song
Many a mile of maddening error What she had given in bliss !
Through the maze of night and terror,
Till the morn behold him lying Then beam one burning smile on me,
O'er the dainp carth, pale and dying! And I will sing those eyes;
Mock him, when his Let me but feel a breath from thee,
Seeks the cordial cottage-light; And I will praise thy sighs.
Gleam then like the lightning-bug,
Tempt him to the den that's dug That rosy mouth alone can bring
For the foul and famish'd brood What makes the bard divine
of the she-wolf, gaunt for blood! Oh, Lady! how my lip would sing,
Or, unto the dangerous pass
O'er the deep and dark morass,
Belts of porcelain, pipes, and rings,
Tributes, to be hung in air
To the Fiend presiding there!
Then, when night's long labour past
Wilder'd, faint he falls at last,
Sinkim, where the causeway's edge
Moulders in the slimy sedye, Now the vapour, hot and damp,
There let every noxious thing Shed by day's expiring lamp,
Trail its filth and fix its sting; Through the misty ether spreads
Let the bull-toad taint him over, Every ill the white man dreads:
Round him let musquitocs hover, Fiery fever's thirsty thrill,
In his ears and eye-balls tingling, Fitful ague's shivering chill!
With his blood their poison mingling, Hark! I hear the traveller's song,
Till, beneath the solar fires,
Rankling all, the wretch expires!
TO MRS HENRY T-GHE,
ON READING HER « PSYCHE.»
Tell me the witching tale again, By the creeks, or by the brakes,
For never has my heart or car Where the pale witch feeds her snakes,
Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain,
So pure to feel, so sweet to hear!
Say, Love! in all thy spring of fame,
When the high Heaven itself was thine; Lone beneath a roof of blood,
When piety confess'd the flame, While upon his poison'd food,
And even thy errors were divine ! The idea of this poem occurred to me in passing through the very dreary wilderness between Batavia, a new settlement in the midst
Did ever Muse's hand so fair of the woods, and the little village of Buffalo upon Lake Erie. This
A glory round thy temple spread ? is the most fatiguing part of the route, in truvelling through tho Did ever lip's ambrosial air Genesee country to Niagara. : . The Five Confederated Nations (of lodians) were settled along
Such perfume o'er thy altars shed? the banks of the Sasquebaobab and the adjacent country, until the One maid there was, who round her lyre year 1979, when General Sullivan, with an array of 4,000 men, drove them from their country to Niagara, where, being obliged to live on
The mystic myrtle wildly wreathed-salteu provisions, to which they were unaccustomed, great numbers
But all her sighs were sighs of fire, of them died. Two hundred of them, it is said, were buried in one
The myrtle wither'd as she breathed! grave, where they had encamped,,--Morse's American Geography.
The alligator, who is supposed to lie in a torpid state all tho 1. Wo find also collars of porcelain, tobacco, ears of maize, skins winter in the bank of some creek or pond, having previously swal- etc., by tbe side of disticult and dangerous ways, on racks, or by the lowed a large pumber of pine knols, which are bis only sustenance, side of the falls ; and these aru so many offerings made to the spirits during the time.
wbich preside in these places.--- See CHARLEVOIX's Let er on the l'ra* This was tbe mode of punishment for marder (as Father Charus- ditions and the Religion of the Savuges of Canada. voix tells us) among the laroos. • They laid the dead body upon Father HendePiX, 10, mentions ibis ceremony; he also says, “We poles at the top of a cabin, and the murderer was obliged to remain took notice of one barbarian, wbo made a kind of sacritice upon an several days together, and to receive all that dropped from the car- oak at the Cascade of St Antony of Padua, upon the river Missis cass, not only on himself but on his food. )
sipl.-Seo lesnePN's Voyage into North America.
many a soul
Oh! you that Love's celestial dream
Dear shall be the day we met,
And dear shall be the night we parted'
Oh! if regrets, however sweet,
Muse with the lapse of time decay,
Yet still, when thus in mirth you meet,
Fill high to him that's far away!
Long be the flame of memory found
Alive within your social glass ;
Let that be still the magic round
O'er which oblivion dares not pass !
TO THE HONOURABLE W. R. SPENCER.
Nec venit ad duros musa vocata Getas.
Ovid. ex Pontu, lib. i, op. 5. Whether above the horizon dim, Along whose verge our spirits stray
FROM BUFFALO, UPON LAKE ERIE. (Half sunk within the shadowy brim, Half brighten'd by the eternal ray),4
Taou oft hast told me of the fairy hours
Thy heart has number'd, in those classic bowers
Where fancy sees the ghost of ancient wit
'Mid cowls and cardinals profanely flit, The twilight walk of
And pagan spirits, by the Pope unlaid,
Haunt every stream and sing through every
There still the bard, who (if luis numbers be Suill be the song to Psyche dear,
Ilis tongue's light echo) must have talk'd like thee, The song, whose dulcet tide was given
The courtly bard, from whom thy mind has caught To keep her name as fadeless here
Thosc playful, sunshine holidays of thought,
In which the basking soul reclines and glows,
There still he roves, and laughing loves to see
Ilow modern monks with ancient rakes agree;
How mitres hang where ivy wreaths might twine,
And heathen Massic 's damn'd for stronger wine!
There too are all those wandering souls of song
With whom thy spirit hath communed so long,
Whose rarest gems are every instant hung
By memory's magic on thy sparkling tongue.
But here, alas! by Eric's stormy lake,
As far from thee my lonely course I tuke,
No bright remembrance o'er the fancy plays, * See the story in Apuleits. With respect to this beautiful allegory No classic dream, no star of other days of Love and Psyche, there is an ingenious idea suggested by the seDator Buonarotu, in his Osservazioni sopra alcuni frammenti di Has left that visionary glory here, rasi antichi. lle ibioks the falle is taken from some very occult That relic of its light, so soft, so dear, mysteries, which had long been celebrated in honour of Love; and
Which gilds and hallows even the rudest scene, be accounts, upon this supposition, for the silence of the more anciest autbors upon the subject, as it was not till towards the decline
The humblest shed, where genius once has been!
Bold rise the mountains, rich the gardens glow,
The world 's a wilderness, and man but clay, I cannot avoid remarking bere an error into which the Freach Eocyclopédistes have been led by M. Spon, in their artiele Psyché.They say, « Pelron fait un récit de la pompe nuptiale de ces deur * This epithet was suggested by CharlevorI's striking description amans (Amour et Psyché). Déjà, dit-il,, etc. etc. The Psyche of of the confluence of tho Missouri with the Mississippi :- I believe Pernonits, however, is a servadi-maid, and the marriage which be this is the finest confluence in the world. The two rivers are much describes is that of the young Paonychis. Sue Spox's Recherches of the same breadth, each about balf a league ; but the Missouri is Curienses, etc. dissertat. 5.
by far the most rapid, and seems to enter the Mississippi like a con1 Allusions to Mrs T-Gne's poem.
queror, through which it carries its white waves to the opposite sbore Constancy.
without mixing them : afterwards it gives its colour to the Missis* By this image the Platonists expressed the middle state of the sippi, which it never loses again, but carries quite down to ibu ser. soul between seasible and intellecwal existence.
Mind, mind alone, in barren, still repose,
She yet can rise, can wreathe the attic charms
Is this the region, then, is this the clime
Believe me, Spencer, while I wing'd the hours
Ω πατρις, ως σου καρτα νυν μνείαν έχω.
Yet, yet forgive me, oh you sacred few!
On! fair as Heaven and chaste as light!
No, no! a star was born with thee, Which sheds cternal purity! Thou hast within those sainted eyes So fair a transcript of the skies, In lines of fire such heavenly lore, That man should read them and adore! Yet have I known a gentle maid Whose early charms were just array'd In Nature's loveliness like thine, And wore that clear, celestial sign, Which seems to mark the brow that's fair For Destiny's peculiar care! Whose bosom too was once a zone Where the bright gem of Virtue shonc; Whose eyes were talismans of fire Against the spell of man's desire! Yet, hapless girl, in one sad hour Her charms have shed their radiant flower ;
'In the society of Mr Dennio and his friends, at Philadelpbia, I passed the few agreeable moments which my tour through the States afforded me. Me Dennie has succeeded in diffusing through this elegant liule circle that love for good literature and sound polities, wbich he feels so zealously himself, and which is so very rarely the characteristic of his countrymen. They will not, I trust, accuse me of illiberality for the picture which I have given of the ignorance and corraption that surround them. If I did not hate, as lought, the rabble to which they are opposed, I could not value, as I do, the spirit with which ihey defy it; and in learning from them what Americans can be, I but see with the more indignation what Americans are.
The gem has been beguiled away;
Whose harp around my altar swells,
The sweetest of a thousand shells?,
’T was thus the deity, who treads All, all have fled, and left her mind
The arch of Heaven, and grandly sheds A faded monument behind!
Day from his eye-lids !--- thus he spoke,
As through my cell his glories broke:
- Who is the ma with golden hair, Beside the ford of Tyra's flood,
of fire and feet of air, To tell the traveller, as he cross'd,
Whose harp around my altar swells,
The sweetest of a thousand shells!,
Aphelia is the Delphic fair,'
of fire and golden hair,
Aphelia's are the airy feet,
And hers the harp divinely swect;
For foot so light has never trod Wbile yet those dangerous eyes
The laureld caverns ? of the god, One moment's thought to stray from thee!
Nor harp so soft has eyer given
A strain to earth or sigh to Ileaven!
Then tell the virgin to unfold,
In looser pomp, her locks of gold, I am lost, unless I fly thee!
And bid those eyes with fonder fire
Be kindled for a god's desire;3
Since He, who lights the path of years —
Even from the fount of morning's tears,
To where his setting splendours burn
Upon the western sea-maid's urn
Cannot, in all his course, behold
Such eyes of fire, such hair of gold!
Tell her he comes in blissful pride,
His lip yet sparkling with the tide
That mantles in Olympian bowls,
The nectar of eternal souls !
For her, for her he quits the skies,
And to her kiss from nectar flics.
nation towards any fair visitor of the shrine, and ot the same time felt
a diffidence in his own powers of persuasion, be bad but to proclaim Oh! but to win it, night and day,
that the God himself was enamoured of her, and had signified bis Inglorious at thy feet reclined,
divine will that she sbould sleep in the interior of tbe temple. Many
a pious husband connised at this divine assiguation, and even derd sigh my dreams of fame away,
clared bimself proud of lbe selection with which his family bad been The world for thee forgot, resign'd!
distinguisbed by the deity. In the temple of Jupiter Belas thero
was a splendid bed for these occasions. In Egyptian Thebes the But no, no, no-farewell—we part,
same mockery was practised ; and at the oracle of Patara iu Lycia, Never to meet, no, never, never
the priestess never could prophecy till an interview with the deity
was allowed her. The story which we read in Joseputs (lib. xviii, Oh woman! what a mind and heart
cap. 3) of the Roman matron Paulina, whom the priests of Isis, for Thy coldness has undone for ever!
a bribe, betrayed in this manner to Mundus, is a singalar instance of the impudent excess to which credulity suffered tbese impostures to be carried. This story has been put into the form of a little novel,
under the name of La Pudicitia Schernita, by the licentious and unFROM
fortunate PALLAVICINO. See his Opere Scelte, tom. i.- I have made THE HIGH PRIEST OF APOLLO,
my priest bere prefer a cave to the temple.
"In the gıh Pythic of Pindar, where Apollo, in the same manner,
requires of Chiron some information respecting tbe fair Cyrene, the A VIRGIN OF DELPHI.!
Centaur, in obeying, very gravely apologises for telling the God what
his omniscience must know so perfectly already :
Ει δε γε χρη και παρ σοφον αντιφεριξαν
2 Αλλ' εις δαφνωση γυαλα βησομαι ταδε.--Ετ1ΡΙb. « Who is the maid, with golden hair,
Ion. v.76. With cyes of fire and feet of air,
* Ne deve partorir ammiratione ch' egli si pregiasse di baver una
Deità concorrente nel possesso della moglie; mentre anche noi nei * This poem requires a little explanation. It is well known that, nostri secoli, non ostante così rigorose lecce d'onore, trovasi chi in the ancient temples, w benever a reverend priest, like the supposeu s'ascrive à gloria il veder la moglie honorata da gl'amplessi di un Buthor of the invitation before us, was inspired with a tender incli- Principe. - PallaviCINO.