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Bitter as those when lovers part,

Sail'd, o'er the Sun's ethereal wave, In mystery from your eye-lid start!

To planet-isles of odorous light! Sadly you lean your head to mine,

Sweet Venus, what a clime he found And round my neck in silence twine,

Within thy orb's ambrosial round! Your hair along my bosom spread,

There spring the breezes, rich and warm, All humid with the tears you shed!

That pant around thy twilight car; Have I not kiss'd those lids of snow?

There angels dwell, so pure of form, Yet still, my love, like founts they flow,

That each appears a living star! 2 Bathing our cheeks, whene'er they meet

These are the sprites, oh radiant queen!

Thou send'st so often to the bed
Why is it thus? do tell me, sweet!

Of her I love, with spell unseen,
Ah, Lais! are my bodings right?
Am I to lose you? is to-night

Thy planet's brightning balm to shed;
Our last-go, false to Heaven and me!

To make the eye's enchantment clearer,
Your very tears are treachery.

To give the cheek one rose-bud more,
And bid that flushing lip be dearer,

Which had been, oh! too dear before!
Such, while in air I floating hung,
Such was the strain, Morgante mio!

But, whither means the Muse to roam ?
The Muse and I together sung,

'T is time to call the wanderer home. With Boreas to make out the trio.

Who could have ever thought to search her
But, bless the little fairy isle!

Up in the clouds with Father Kircher?
How sweetly, after all our ills,

So, health and love to all
We saw the dewy morning smile
Serenely o'er its fragrant hills !

Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in,

The flow of heart, the soul's expansion,
And felt the pure elastic flow
Of airs, that round this Eden blow

Mirth, and song, your board illumine!
With honey freshness, caught by stealth

Fare you well-remember too, Warm from the very lips of health!

When cups are flowing to the brim,

That here is one who drinks to you,
Oh! could you view the scenery dear,

And, oh!-as warmly drink to him.
That now beneath my window lies,
You'd think that Nature lavish'd here
Her purest wave, her softest skies,

To make a heaven for Love to sigh in,

For bards to live and saints to die in!
Close to my wooded bank below,

No-lady! lady! keep the ring;
In glassy calm the waters sleep,

Oh! think low many a future year,
And to the sun-beam proudly show

Of placid smile and downy wing,
The coral rocks they love to steep!'

May sleep within its holy sphere!
The fainting breeze of morning fails,
The drowsy boat moves slowly past,

Do not disturb their tranquil dream,
And I can almost touch its sails

Though love hath ne'er the mystery warm'd,

Yet Heaven will shed a soothing beam,
That languish idly round the mast.
The sun has now profusely given

To bless the bond itself hath form'd.
The flashes of a noontide heaven,
And, as the wave reflects his beams,

But then, that eye, that burning eye!
Another heaven its surface seems!

Oh! it doth ask, with magic power,
Blue light and clouds of silvery tears

If Heaven can ever bless the tie
So pictured o'er the waters lie,

Where Love inwreathes no genial flower!
That every languid bark appears
To float alony a burning sky!

Away, away, bewildering look!
Oh! for the boat the angel gave?

Or all the boast of Virtue 's o'er;
To him, who in his heaven-ward flight,

Go-hie thee to the sage's book,

And learn from him to feel no more! Μυρομενην δ' εφιλησα τα δ' ώς δροσερης απο πηγης, he embarks into the regions of the sun. • Vides (says Cosmiel) Δακρυα μιγνυμενων πιπτε κατα στοματων

bancasbestinam naviculam commoditati tuæ præparatam.. Irinerar. Ειπε δ' ανειρομενω, τινος oύνεκα δακρυα λειβεις; 1, dial. 1, cap. 5. There are some very strange fancies in this work

of Kirober. Δειδια μη με λιπης εστε γαρ ορκαπαται.

W'ben the genius of the world and bis fellow-traveller arrive The water is so clear around the island, ibat the rocks are seen at the planet Venus, they find an island of loveliness, full of odours beneath to a very great depth, and, as we entered the barbour, they and intelligences, where an els preside, who shed the cosmetic inappeared to us so near tbe surface, ibat it seemed impossible wo Auence of tbis planet over the earth; such being, according to astra should not strike on them. There is no necessity, of course, for logers, the « vis inflaxivar of Venus. When they are in this part of Reaving the lead, and the negro pilot, looking down at the rocks ibe heavens, a casaistical question occurs 10 Theodidactas, and he from the bows of the ship, takes ber through this difficult naviga- asks • Whether baptism may be performed with the waters of Vetion, with a skill and confidence wbich seem to astonish some of the nus!,- An aquis globi Voneris baptismus institui possitio 10 oldest sailors.

which the genius answers, certainly.. 1 In Kirchen's • Ecstatic Journey to Heaven, Cosmiel, the re- 2 This idea is FATHER KIRCHEN's. • Tot animatos soles dixisses.. nius of the world, gires Tbeodidactus a boat of asbestos, with which hinc rar. 1, dial. 1, cap. 5.

Put off the fatal zone you wear;

The lucid pearls around it Are tears that fell from Virtue there

The hour that Love unbound it.


vo cercand' io Donna, quant' è possibile, in altrul La desiata vostra forma vera.

PETRARC. Sonell. 13.

Yes, if 't wcre any common love

That led my pliant heart astray, grant, there's not a power above Could wipe the faithless crime away!

But, 't was my doom to err with one

In every look so like to thee, That, oh! beneath the blessed sun,

So fair there are but thou and she!

Whate'er may be her angel birth,

She was thy lovely perfect twin, And wore the only shape on earth

That could have charm'd my soul to sin!

I cannot warn thee! every touch,

That brings my pulses close to thine, Tells me I want thy aid as much,

Oh! quite as much, as thou dost mine! Yet stay, dear love-one effort yet

A moment turn those eyes away,
And let

if I

can, forget
The light that leads my soul astray!
Thou say'st that we were born to meet,

That our hearts bear one common seal,Oh, lady! think, how man's deceit

Can seem to sigh and feign to feel! When o'er thy face some gleam of thought,

Like day-beams through the morning air, Hath gradual stole, and I have caught

The feeling cre it kindled there : The sympathy I then betray'd,

Perhaps was but the child of art; The guile of one who long hath play'd

With all these wily nets of heart. Oh! thou hast not my virgin vow!

Though few the years I yet have told, Canst thou believe I lived till now

With loveless heart or senses cold? No-many a throb of bliss and pain,

For many a maid, my soul hath proved; With some I wanton'd wild and vain,

While some I truly, dearly loved ! The cheek to thine I fondly lay,

To theirs hath been as fondly laid; The words to thee I warmly say,

To them have been as warmly said. Then scorn at once a languid heart,

Which long hath lost its carly spring; Think of the pure bright soul thou art,

And-keep the ring, oh! keep the ring. Enough-now, turn thine eyes again;

What, still that look and still that sigh! Dost thou not feel my counsel then?

Oh! no, beloved !-nor do I. While thus to mine thy bosom lies,

While thus our breaths commingling glow, "T were more than woman to be wise,

"T were more than man to wish thee so! Did we not love so true, so dear,

This lapse could never be forgiven; But hearts so fond and lips so near

Give me the ring, and now-Oh heaven!

Your eyes!—the eyes of languid doves

Were never half so like each other! The glances of the baby loves

Resemble less their warm-eyed mother!

Her lip!-oh, call me not false-hearted,

When such a lip I fondly press'd; 'T was Love some melting cherry parted,

Gave thee one half and her the rest!

And when, with all thy murmuring tone,

They sued, half open, to be kiss'd, I could as soon resist thine own

And thiem, Heaven knows! I ne'er resist.

Then, scorn me not, though false I be,

'T was love that waked the dear excess; My heart had been more true to thee,

Had mine eye prized thy beauty less!

TO When I loved


I can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; But the scorn that I feel for you now

Hath even more luxury in it! Thus, whether we 're on or we're off,

Some witchery seems to await you; To love you is pleasant enough,

And, oh! 't is delicious to hate you!



Μαργαριται δηλουσι δακρυων ροον. .

Ap. Nicephor, in Oneirocritico.

Put off the vestal veil, nor, oh!

Let weeping angels view it; Your checks belic its virgin snow,

And blush repenting through it.

Fill high the cup with liquid flame,

And speak my Heliodora's name!
Εγχει, και παλιν ειπε, παλιν, παλιν, Ηλιοδωρος
Ειπε, συν ακρητω το γλυκυ μισή ονομα.

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The loving rose-bud drops a tear, To see the nymph no longer here, No longer, where she used to lie, Close to my heart's devoted sigh!



Taat sky of clouds is not the sky
To light a lover to the pillow

Of her he loves-
The swell of yonder foaming billow,
Resembles not the happy sigh

That rapture moves.
Yet do I feel more tranquil now
Ainid the gloomy wilds of ocean,

In this dark hour,
Than when, in transport's young emotion,
I've stolen, beneath the evening star,

To Julia's bower.

If there be climes where never yet
The print of Beauty's foot was set,
Where man may pass his loveless niglits
Unfever'd by her false delights-
Thither my wounded soul would fly,


cheek or radiant eye Should bring no more their bliss, their pain, Or fetter me to earth again! Dear absent girl! whose eyes of light,

Though little prized when all my own,
Now float before me, soft and bright

As when they first enamouring shone!
How many hours of idle waste,
Within those witching arms embraced,
Unmindful of the fleeting day,
Have I dissolved life's dreain away!
O bloom of time profusely shed!
O moments! simply, vainly fled,
Yet sweetly too- for love perfumed
The flame which thus my life consumed;
And brilliant was the chain of flowers
In which he lcd


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Oh! there's a holy calm profound
In awe like this, that ne'er was given

To rapture's thrill; "T is as a solemn voice from heaven, And the soul, listening to the sound,

Lies mute and still!

'T is true, it talks of danger nigh, Of slumbering with the dead to-morrow

In the cold deep, Where pleasure's throb or tears of sorrow No more shall wake the heart or eye,

But all must sleep!

Say, Nea dear! couldst thou, like her,
When warm to feel and quick to err,
Of loving fond, of roving fonder,
My thoughtless soul might wish to wander-
Couldst thou, like her, the wish reclaim,

Endearing still, reproaching never,
Till all my heart should burn with shame,

And be thy own more fix'd than ever? No, no-on earth there's only one

Could bind such faithless folly fast: And sure on earth 't is I alone

Could make such virtue false at last!

Well !--- there are some, thou stormy bed,
To whom thy sleep would be a treasure:

Oh! most to him
Whose lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure,
Nor left one honey-drop to shed

Round misery's brim.

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Yes-he can smile serene at death:
Kind Heaven! do thou but chase the weeping

Of friends who love him ;
Tell them that he lies calmly sleeping,
Where sorrow's sting or envy's breath

No more shall move him.

Nea! the heart which she forsook,

For thee were but a worthless shrineGo, lovely girl, that angel look

Must thrill a soul more pure than mine. Oh! thou shalt be all else to me,

That heart can feel or tongue can fcigo; I'll praise, admire, and worship thee,

But must not, dare not, love again.

Tale iter omne cave.

PROPERT. lib. iv, eleg, 8.

Και μου τον βρεχθεντα μυρους και χθιζον εοντα,

%, Μναμοσυνον καινας, αμφιτιθει ςεφανον: Δακρυει φιλεραςον ιου ροδον, oύνεκα κειναν Αλλοθι κου κολποις ημετέροις εσορα.

. BRUNCK, Analect. tom. i.



I PRAY you, let us roam no more Along that wild and lonely shore,

Where late we thoughtless stray'd ; "Twas not for us, whom Heaven intends To be no more than simple friends,

Such lonely walks were made.

That little bay where, winding in From Ocean's rude and angry din

(As lovers steal to bliss), The billows kiss the shore, and then Flow calmly to the deep again,

As though they did not kiss !

With smiling eyes, that little thought

How fatal were the beams they threw, My trembling hands you lightly caught,

And round me, like a spirit, flew. Heedless of all, I wildly turn'd,

My soul forgot-nor, oh! condemn, That when such eyes before me burn'd,

My soul forgot all eyes but them! I dared to speak in sobs of bliss,

Rapture of every thought bereft me, I would have clasp'd you—oh, even this!

But, with a bound, you blushing left me. Forget, forget that night's offence,

Forgive it, if, alas! you can, 'T was love, 't was passion-soul and sense

"T was all the best and worst of man!

Remember, o'er its circling flood
In what a dangerous drcam we stood-

The silent sea before us,
Around us, all the gloom of grove,
That e'er was spread for guilt or love,

No eye but Nature's o'er us !

I saw you blush, you felt me tremble,
In vain would formal art dissemble

All that we wish'd and thought; 'T was more than tongue could dare reveal, "T was more than virtue ought to feel,

But all that passion ought!

That moment did the mingled cyes

Of heaven and earth my madness view,
I should have seen, through earth and skies,

But you alone, but only you!
Did not a frown from you reprove,

Myriads of eyes to me were none;
I should have-oh, my only love!

My life! what should I not have done?

I stoop'd to cull, with faltering hand, A shell that, on the golden sand,

Before us faintly gleam'd; I raised it to your lips of dew, You kiss'd the shell, I kissd it too

Good Heaven! how sweet it seem'd!

Oh! trust me, 't was a place, an hour, The worst that e'er temptation's power

Could tangle me or you in! Sweet Nea! let us roam no more Along that wild and lonely shore,

Such walks will be our ruin !

A DREAM OF ANTIQUITY. I just had turn'd the classic page,

And traced that happy period over, When love could warm the proudest sige,

And wisdom grace the tenderest lover! Before I laid me down to sleep,

Upon the bank awhile I stood,
And saw the vestal planet weep

Her tears of light on Ariel's flood.
My heart was full of Fancy's dream,
And, as I watchd the playful stream,
Entangling in its net of smiles
So fair a group of clfin isles,
I felt as if the scenery there

Were lighted by a Grecian sky-
As if I breathed the blissful air

That yet was warm with Sappho's sigh!

You read it in my languid eyes,

And there alone should love be read; You hear me say it all in sighs,

And thus alone should love be said.

Then dread no more; I will not speak;

Although my heart to anguish thrill, I'll spare the burning of your cheek,

And look it all in silence still!

Heard you the wish I dared to name,

To murmur on that luckless night, When passion broke the bonds of shame,

And love grew madness in your sight?

And now the downy hand of rest
Her signet on my eyes imprest,
And still the bright and balmy spell,
Like star-dew, o'er my fancy fell!
I thought that, all enrapt, I stray'd
Through that serene luxurious shade,'
Where Epicurus taught the loves

To polish Virtue's native brightness,
Just as the beak of playful doves

Can give to pearls a smoother whiteness! »

Divinely through the graceful dance

You seem d to float in silent song, Bending to earth that beamy glance,

As if to light your steps along !

Oh! how could others dare to touch

That hallow'd form with band so free, When but to look was bliss too much,

Too rare for all but Heaven and me!

"GASSENPI thioks that the gardens which Pausanias mentions, in his first Book, were those of Epicurus: and STCant says, in bis Anrquities of Athens, « Near this convent (the convent of Hagios Assomatos) is the place called at present Kepoi, or the Gardens; and Ampelos K pos, or the Vineyard Garden : these were probably the gardens which Pausanias visited. -Chap. ii, vol. 1.

• This method of polishing pearls, by leaving them awhile to be played with by doves, is mentioned by the fanciful CARDANUS, de Rerun Varietai. lib. vii, cap. 34.

With vases,

'T was one of those delicious nights

And showing limbs, as loth to show,
So common in the climes of Greece,

Through many a thin Tarentian fold, '
When day withdraws but half its lights,

Glided along the festal ring
And all is moonshine, balm, and peace !

all respiring spring, And thou wert there, my own beloved !

Where roses lay, in languor breathing, And dearly by thy side I roved

And the young bee-grape, 2 round them wreathing, Through many a temple's reverend gloom,

Hung on their blushes warm and meek,
And many a bower's seductive bloom,

Like curls upon a rosy check!
Where beauty blush'd and wisdom taught,
Where lovers sigh'd and sages thought,

Oh, Nea! why did morning break
Where hearts might feel or heads discern,

The spell that so divinely bound me?
And all was form'd to soothe or move,

Why did I wake ? how could I wake,
To make the dullest love to learn,

With thee my own and Heaven around me!
To make the coldest learn to love!
And now the fairy pathway seem'd

Well-peace to thy heart, though another's it be,
To lead us through enchanted ground,

And health to thy cheek, though it bloom not for me! Where all that bard has ever dream'd

To-morrow, I sail for those cinnamon groves,
Of love or luxury bloom'd around!

Where nightly the ghost of the Carribec roves,
Oh! 't was a bright bewildering scene-

ind, far from thine eye, oh! perhaps, I may yet Along the alley's deepening green,

Its seduction forgive and its splendour forget! Soft lamps, that hung like burning flowers,

Farewell to Bermuda, 3 and long may the bloom And scented and illumed the bowers

Of the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume; Seem'd, as to him, who darkling roves

May spring to eternity hallow the shade, Amid the lone Hercynian groves,

Where Ariel has warbled and Waller 4 has stray'd ! Appear the countless birds of light,

And thou—when, at dawn, thou shalt happen to roam That sparkle in the leaves at night,

Through the lime-cover'd alley that leads to thy home, And from their wings diffuse a ray

Where oft, when the dance and the revel were done, Along the traveller's weary way!'

And the stars were beginning to fade in the sun, 'T was light of that mysterious kind,

I have led thee along, and have told by the way
Through which the soul is doom'd to roam



heart all the night had been burning to say, When it has left this world behind,

Oh! think of the past-give a sigh to those times,
And gone to seek its heavenly home!

And a blessing for me to that alley of limes !
And, Nea, thou didst look and move,

Like any blooming soul of bliss,
That wanders to its home above

If I were yonder wave, my dear,
Through mild and shadowy light like this!

And thou the isle it clasps around,

I would not let a foot come near
But now, methought, we stole along

My land of bliss, my fairy ground!
Through halls of more voluptuous glory
Than ever lived in Teian song,

If I were yonder couch of gold,
Or wanton'd in Milesian story! ?

And thou the pearl within it placed,
And nymphs were there, whose very eyes

I would not let an eye behold
Seem'd almost to exhale in sighs ;

The sacred gem my arms embraced !
Whose every little ringlet thrillid,
As if with soul and passion filld!

πεδαι Θαιδος και Αριςαγορας και Λαιδος φαρμακα. Some flew, with amber cups, around,

. Philstr. epist. xl. Lecran 100 tells of the 6927 LOLILOFAXOVtis. Shedding the flowery wines of Crete, 3

See bis Amores, wbere be describes the dressing-room of a Grecian And, as they pass'd with youthful bound,

lady, and we find the - silver vase,, the rouge, the tooth-powder, The onyx shone beneath their feet! 4

and all tbe - mystic order - of a modern toilet. While others, waving arms of snow

Ταραντινιδιον, διαφανες ενδυμα, ωνομασμενον απο

της Ταραντινων χρησεως και τρυφης.-Pollur. . Entwined by snakes of burnish'd gold, 5

* Apiana, mentioned by Puist, lib. xiv, add . Dow called the Mus

catell (a muscarum telis),- says PANCIROLIUS, book 1, sect. 1, chap.17. • In Hercynio Germaniæ saltu inusitata genera alitum accepimus, mooda. See the commentators on the words e still-ver'd Bermoothes,

3 The inhabitants pronounce the name as if it were written Berquarum pluma, iguium modo, collaceant noctibus. -Plin. lib. x,

in the Tempesi. I wonder it did not occur to some of those allcap. 47. * The Milesiacs, or Milesian fables, had their origin in Miletus, a

reading gentlemen that, possibly, the discoverer of this island of

bogs and devils - might have been no less a personage that the great luxurious town of lonia, Aristides was the most colebrated author

Jobo Bermudez, wbo, about the same period (the beginning of the of these licentious fictions. See Plutarcu (in Crasso), who calls them ακολαςα βιβλια.

sixteenth centary), was sent Patriarch of tbe Latin Church to Ethio

pia, and has left us most wonderful stories of the Amazons and the 3 . Some of the Cretan wines, which Athenæus calls Olvos av.900- 1 Griffios which he encountered. - Travels of the Jesuils, vol. i. I am p.lzs, from their fragrancy resemsling that of the finest flowers.. afraid, however, it would take tbe Patriarch rather too much out of -BARRY on Wines, cbap. vii.

* It appears that, in very splendid mansions, the poor or pavement 4 Jonssox does not think that Waller was ever at Bermuda; but was frequently of onyx. Thus MARTIAL: Calcatusque tuo sub pede ibe Account of the European Seulements in America affirms it conlucet ouyx..-Epig. 5o, lib. xii.

fidently. (Vol.ii.) I mention this work, bowever, less for its av" Bracelets of this shape were a favourite ornament among the bority, than for the pleasure I feel in quoting an unachnowledged women of antiquity. οι επικαρπιοι οφεις και αι χρυσαι | production of the great Edmund Barke.

his way.

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