When Sleep had bound her in his rosy band, And chased away the still-recurring gnat, And woke her with a lay from fairy land. But now they live with Beauty less and less, For Hope is other Hope and wanders far, Nor cares to lisp in love's delicious creeds ; And Fancy watches in the wilderness, Poor Fancy sadder than a single star, That sets at twilight in a land of reeds. II. The form, the form alone is eloquent! A nobler yearning never broke her rest Than but to dance and sing, be gayly drest, And win all eyes with all accomplishment: Yet in the waltzing-circle as we went, My fancy made me for a moment blest To find my heart so near the beauteous breast That once had power to rob it of content. A moment came the tenderness of tears, The phantom of a wish that once could move, A ghost of passion that no smiles restore For ah ! the slight coquette, she cannot love, And if you kiss'd her feet a thousand years, She still would take the praise, and care more. III. Wan Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast Of those dead lineaments that near thee lie ? O sorrowest thou, pale Painter, for the past, In painting some dead friend from memory ? Weep on: beyond his object Love can last : His object lives : more cause to weep have I: My tears, no tears of love, are flowing fast, No tears of love, but tears that Love can die. I pledge her not in any cheerful cup, Nor care to sit beside her where she sits Ah pity – hint it not in human tones, l'ut breathe it into earth and close it up wth secret death forever, in the pits Which some green Christmas crams with weary bones. ON A MOURNER. NATURE, so far as in her lies, Imitates God, and turns her face Counts nothing that she meets with base, 2. Fills out the homely quick-set sci etv And makes the purple lilac ripe, Steps from her airy hill , and greens The swamp, where hums the dropping snipe, With moss and braided marish-pipe; 3. And on thy heart a finger lays, Saying, “ beat quicker, for the time Are pleasant, and the beech and lime 4. Going before to some far shrine, Till all thy life one way incline Where yon 5. And when the zoning eve has died dark valleys wind forlorn, Come Hope and Memory, spouse and bride, From out the borders of the morn, 6. And when no mortal motion jars The blackness round the tombing sod, Thro' silence and the trembling stars Comes Faith from tracts no feet have trod, And Virtue, like a household god 7. Promising empire ; such as those That once at dead of night did greet With sacrifice, while all the fleet SONG. LADY, let the rolling drums Beat to battle where thy warrior stands: Now thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands. Lady, let the trumpets blow, Clasp the little babes about thy knee : Now their warrior father meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and theo. 1 SONG. HOME they brought him slain with spears. They brought him home at even-fall : Sounding on the morrow. The Sun peep'd in from open field, The boy began to leap and prance, his father's lance, his father's shield- 'EXPERIMENTS. BOÄDICEA. WHILE about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess, Far in the East Boadicéa, standing loftily char ioted, Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility, Girt by half the tribes of Britain, near the colony Cámulodune, Yelld and shriek'd between her daughters o'er a wild confederacy. • They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain's barbarous populaces, Did they hear me, would they listen, did they pity me supplicating? Shall I heed them in their anguish ? shall I brook to be supplicated ? Hear Icenian, Catieuchlanian, hear Coritanian, Trinobant! Must their ever-ravening eagle's beak and talon annihilate us ? Tear the noble heart of Britain, leave it gorily quivering? |
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