Calmly he view'd them, conscious that his ends But change the scene and smile on Coldbrook's grove. So shall my verse still please the man I love, THE WANDERING SAVOYARD'S SONG. BY MR. DIMOND, JUN. WITHIN a silent, shelter'd spot, Here crown'd with pine, and there with snow: In front, delightful vineyards blush, With thymy dales (where browse the flock) Ah! how I sorrow'd when farewell The wild-bee there gallanting roves, While little birds of blytl est lay, With shining wings and trilling airs, Ah faint of phrase is tongue to tell And there, when moon-beams frost the green, The youths and maids on light feet hie, And as the cates and cup pass round, And waken all the sweets of sound. Ah! how with joy my heart would swell, TRANSLATIONS OF AN EPITAPH. FROM THE FRENCH OF M. SELIS. HERE lies a man who never married. He to the world, alas! was known Ah! on the tomb to which his Sire was carried, This short memorial of the dead, Here lies a man who never married! WITHIN this grave a Batchelor lies, By follies and by vices only known! Why could there not be written on his stone, Within this grave a Batchelor lies! R. A. DAVENPORT, TRANSLATION FROM THE 13th BOOK OF THE GERUSALEMME Enchantment of the Forest, by Ismeno, the Magician. NIGH where the Christian camp the hills inclose, Trees, old and horrid, thick beset the ground, Here, when the sun shoots down his brightest beams, When day and night at morn, or evening, vie. But when the sun is sunk, with darkness dread, Night, clouds and mists the vast extent o'erspread; Infernal seem the shades-they smite, all drear, The eye with blindness, and the heart with fear. Here never shepherd guides his flock to feed; Nor herdsmen here their hungry oxen lead; No pilgrim enters-but with awe-struck eye, And pointing finger, wheels and passes by. Here WITCHES meet-on sailing clouds convey'd; Each with her lover nightly seeks the shade; Like a fierce dragon this terrific steers, And that, in shape, an uncouth goat appears; Assembly dire!—which baleful joys procure, Thus all believe-what Syrian hand shall dare, And hence the timber for their engines brought. Meet for the deed!--of midnight's deep repose. "HEAR!-HEAR!-O YE! whom from the starry world "The vengeful lightning of the Thunderer hurl'd! "And YE!-wild wanderers, spirits of the air! "Who rouse the whirlwinds, and the storms prepare: "And YE, who torture guilty souls below, "Fell ministers of everlasting woe! "Ye CITIZENS of HELL! your aid I claim, "And thine great Sovereign of the realms of flame! "Take charge of this vast forest-instant seize, "And guard with potent charm the number'd trees"As lurks the soul within the body's cell, "In each broad trunk let separate spirits dwell; |