Bitter as those when lovers part,
In mystery from your eye-lid start!
Sadly you lean your head to mine,
And round my neck in silence twine,
Your hair along my bosom spread,
All humid with the tears you shed!
Have I not kiss'd those lids of snow?
Yet still, my love, like founts they flow,
Bathing our cheeks, whene'er they meet-
Why is it thus? do tell me, sweet!
Ah, LAIS! are my bodings right?
Am I to lose you? is to-night

Our last-go, false to Heaven and me!
Your very tears are treachery.

SUCH, while in air I floating hung,
Such was the strain, Morgante mio!

The Muse and I together sung,

With Boreas to make out the trio. But, bless the little fairy isle!

How sweetly, after all our ills, We saw the dewy morning smile

Serenely o'er its fragrant hills!

And felt the pure elastic flow

Of airs, that round this Eden blow
With honey freshness, caught by stealth
Warm from the very lips of health!

Oh! could you view the scenery dear,
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,

In glassy calm the waters sleep,
And to the sun-beam proudly show

The coral rocks they love to steep!'
The fainting breeze of morning fails,
The drowsy boat moves slowly past,
And I can almost touch its sails

That languish idly round the mast.
The sun has now profusely given
The flashes of a noontide heaven,
And, as the wave reflects his beams,
Another heaven its surface seems!
Blue light and clouds of silvery tears
So pictured o'er the waters lie,
That every languid bark appears
To float along a burning sky!
Oh! for the boat the angel gave

To him, who in his heaven-ward flight,

Sail'd, o'er the Sun's ethereal wave,

To planet-isles of odorous light!
Sweet Venus, what a clime he found
Within thy orb's ambrosial round!'
There spring the breezes, rich and warm,

That pant around thy twilight car;
There angels dwell, so pure of form,
That each appears a living star! 2
These are the sprites, oh radiant queen!
Thou send'st so often to the bed
Of her I love, with spell unseen,

Thy planet's brightning balm to shed;
To make the eye's enchantment clearer,
To give the cheek one rose-bud more,
And bid that flushing lip be dearer,

Which had been, oh! too dear before!

But, whither means the Muse to roam?
'Tis time to call the wanderer home.
Who could have ever thought to search her
Up in the clouds with Father Kircher?
So, health and love to all your mansion!
Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in,
The flow of heart, the soul's expansion,
Mirth, and song, your board illumine!
Fare
well-remember too,
When cups are flowing to the brim,
That here is one who drinks to you,
And, oh!-as warmly drink to him.

you

Μυρομενην δ' εφίλησα· τα δὲ ὡς δροσερης απο πηγής, be embarks into the regions of the sun.

Δάκρυα μιγνυμένων πιπτε κατα στομάτων
Ειπε δ' ανειρομένῳ, τινος ούνεκα δακρυα λείβεις ;
Δείδια μη με λίπης εστε γαρ ορκαπαται.

The water is so clear around the island, that the rocks are seen beneath to a very great depth, and, as we entered the harbour, they appeared to us so near the surface, that it seemed impossible we should not strike on them. There is no necessity, of course, for heaving the lead, and the negro pilot, looking down at the rocks from the bows of the ship, takes her through this difficult navigation, with a skill and confidence which seem to astonish some of the oldest sailors.

Vides (says Cosmiel) hancasbestinam naviculam commoditati tuæ præparatam. Itinerar. 1, dial. 1, cap. 5. There are some very strange fancies in this work of Kireber.

When the genius of the world and his fellow-traveller arrive at the planet Venus, they find an island of loveliness, full of odours and intelligences, where angels preside, who shed the cosmetic influence of this planet over the earth; such being, according to astrologers, the vis influxivas of Venus. When they are in this part of the heavens, a casuistical question occurs to Theodidactas, and he asks Whether baptism may be performed with the waters of Venus?-«An aquis globi Veneris baptismus institui possit?s to which the genius answers, «Certainly, This idea is FATHER KIRCHER'S.

In KIRCHER'S Ecstatic Journey to Heaven, Cosmiel, the genius of the world, gives Theodidactus a bout of asbestos, with which Itinerar. 1, dial. 1, cap. 5.

Tot animatos soles dixisses.»

"T was one of those delicious nights
So common in the climes of Greece,
When day withdraws but half its lights,
And all is moonshine, balm, and peace!
And thou wert there, my own beloved!
And dearly by thy side I roved
Through many a temple's reverend gloom,
And many a bower's seductive bloom,
Where beauty blush'd and wisdom taught,
Where lovers sigh'd and sages thought,
Where hearts might feel or heads discern,
And all was form'd to soothe or move,
To make the dullest love to learn,

To make the coldest learn to love!

And now the fairy pathway seem'd

To lead us through enchanted ground, Where all that bard has ever dream'd

Of love or luxury bloom'd around!
Oh! 't was a bright bewildering scene-
Along the alley's deepening green,

Soft lamps, that hung like burning flowers,
And scented and illumed the bowers
Seem'd, as to him, who darkling roves
Amid the lone Hercynian groves,
Appear the countless birds of light,
That sparkle in the leaves at night,
And from their wings diffuse a ray
Along the traveller's weary way!'
'T was light of that mysterious kind,

Through which the soul is doom'd to roam
When it has left this world behind,

And to seek its heavenly home!
gone
And, Nea, thou didst look and move,
Like any blooming soul of bliss,

That wanders to its home above
Through mild and shadowy light like this!

3

As if with soul and passion fill'd!
Some flew, with amber cups, around,
Shedding the flowery wines of Crete,
And, as they pass'd with youthful bound,
The onyx shone beneath their feet! 4
While others, waving arms of snow

Entwined by snakes of burnish'd gold, 5

In Hercynio Germaniæ saltu inusitata genera alitum accepimus, quarum plumæ, ignium modo, collaceant noctibus.-Plin. lib. x, cap. 47.

2 The Milesiacs, or Milesian fables, had their origin in Miletus, a luxurious town of Ionia. Aristides was the most celebrated author of these licentious fictions. See PLUTARCH (in Crasso), who calls them ακόλαςα βιβλια.

3. Some of the Cretan wines, which Athenæus calls orvos avoa 25, from their fragrancy resembling that of the finest flowers. -BARRY on Wines, chap. vii.

4 It appears that, in very splendid mansions, the floor or pavement was frequently of onyx. Thus MARTIAL: Calcatusque tuo sub pede lucet onyx.-Epig. 50, lib. xii.

And showing limbs, as loth to show,

Through many a thin Tarentian fold,
Glided along the festal ring

With vases, all respiring spring,

Where roses lay, in languor breathing,

And the young bee-grape, 2 round them wreathing,
Hung on their blushes warm and meek,
Like curls upon a rosy cheek!

Oh, Nea! why did morning break

The spell that so divinely bound me?
Why did I wake? how could I wake,

With thee my own and Heaven around me!

Well-peace to thy heart, though another's it be,
And health to thy cheek, though it bloom not for me!
To-morrow, I sail for those cinnamon groves,
Where nightly the ghost of the Carribee roves,
And, far from thine eye, oh! perhaps, I may yet
Its seduction forgive and its splendour forget!
Farewell to Bermuda, 3 and long may the bloom
Of the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume;
May spring to eternity hallow the shade,

Where Ariel has warbled and Waller 4 has stray'd!
And thou-when, at dawn, thou shalt happen to roam
Through the lime-cover'd alley that leads to thy home,
Where oft, when the dance and the revel were done,
And the stars were beginning to fade in the sun,

I have led thee along, and have told by the way
What
my heart all the night had been burning to say-
Oh! think of the past-give a sigh to those times,
And a blessing for me to that alley of limes!

If I were yonder wave, my dear,

And thou the isle it clasps around,
I would not let a foot come near
My land of bliss, my fairy ground'

If I were yonder couch of gold,
And thou the pearl within it placed,
I would not let an eye behold

The sacred gem my arms embraced!

πεδαι Θαιδος και Αρισαγόρας και Λαίδος φάρμακα. PHILSTR. epist. xl. LUCIAN too tells of the 6pxytotstopaxovtes. See his Amores, where he describes the dressing-room of a Grecian lady, and we find the silver vase, the rouge, the tooth-powder, and all the mystic order of a modern toilet.

· Ταραντινίδιον, διαφανές ενδυμα, ωνομασμένον απο της Ταραντίνων χρήσεως και τρυφης.-Pollux.

2 Apiana, mentioned by PLINY, lib. xiv, and now called the Muscatell (a muscarum telis), says Pancirollus, book 1, sect.1, chap. 17. 3 The inhabitants pronounce the name as if it were written Bermooda. See the commentators on the words a still-vex'd Bermoothes, in the Tempest.-I wonder it did not occur to some of those allreading gentlemen that, possibly, the discoverer of this island of bogs and devils might have been no less a personage than the great John Bermudez, who, about the same period (the beginning of the sixteenth century), was sent Patriarch of the Latin Church to Ethiopia, and has left us most wonderful stories of the Amazons and the Griffins which he encountered.-Travels of the Jesuits, vol. i. I am afraid, however, it would take the Patriarch rather too much out of his way.

4 JOHNSON does not think that Waller was ever at Bermuda; but the Account of the European Settlements in America affirms it confidently. (Vol. ii.) I mention this work, however, less for its authority, than for the pleasure I feel in quoting an unacknowledged

Bracelets of this shape were a favourite ornament among the women of antiquity. Οι επικαρπιοι οφεις και αί χρυσαι | production of the great Edmund Barke.