SONG. EACH flower that expands in the spring's rude gale, The snow-drop pure, and the primrose pale, O long, ye fair emblems, unfading bloom, For I must soon rest in the silent tomb, I'll clasp the grey stones which her ashes infold, I'll press the green sod, till my bosom is cold Then oh! gentle spirit of her whom I mourn, Ere fade the fair flowers that encircle thine urn, H. MELMOTH. STANZAS ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT. Ah! may'st thou ever be what now thou art, SWEET floweret, thou venturest into a world Undisturbed by the blast, All their loveliness cast; And oh! be it thine to be flourishing there, Light be thy slumbers, sweet infant, as now; On thy cheek in its course : No, rather 'twill add a fresh charm to its hue, Still calm and resign'd; And a heart which, though sensitive, gentle and warm, Can gaze undismay'd on adversity's storm. There's a lyre, 'tis the last 'mid the rude and the wild, That harp shall defend thee; More firm shall befriend thee: [have, Come weal, or come woe, their best prayers shalt thou Till the harp strings are broken, that heart's in the G. J. DE WILDE. grave. EPIGRAM, FROM THE GREEK. AN atom met the head of Mark the lean; F. L. LOVE ELEGY. so lovely fair, That what seem'd fair in all the world, seem'd now FORTH went my love to breathe the gale of Eve, On the grey mountain ridge, or sky-girt plain, Or onward gliding through the heaven's high way, Or looming like a meteor on the main: In awful loveliness it looks abroad, With sternness mingled in its sunny smile ;Stillness and space in blank attendance wait, And gazing wonder is all eye the while : Beams of peculiar radiance flame around, Clear fluid amber and white watery rays; Centered within its own pale light it stands, And sheds through air a seraph's burning blaze: Its silvery-fringed robes of azure pale, Mild moon-light eye, and high-commanding mien, Speak it of heavenly birth; or else of those That in the shaping mind alone are seen: All as a Spirit of Peace-or beauty's shadeOr Truth within the morning's beams enshrined Or Virtue speaking the behest of Heaven, It waves an arm of light, and whispers to the wind: So bright, so mild, so phantom-like and fair, Such breathing beauty and such floating grace, Is Laura, when the fiery-fronted sun [face. Gilds all her glowing form, and lights her angel Soft as in wavy elegance she moves, [ground; Gay flowers spring trooping from the enamour'd Heaven smiles, earth gladdens, and a sunny gleam Of love and laughing pleasance wraps her round. The love-sick breeze went sighing through her hair, And kissed her charming head in circling play, Or on the ripeness of her sever'd lips Hung panting for a while, then died away. So dainty-featured was her beauteous face, And such a rose blush crimson'd the smooth white; I felt the blood run mantling to my heart, That danced as drowned and drunken with delight. Blushingly modest, her dejected eye Dwelt on the ground, or did but gently roll To where the rival eve-star heavenly shone, Chaste as the maid, and gentle as her soul. Not the fair tenant of Campanian vales, The flowering Orange, so can charm the sight, Or shed such sweets, though all of balm its breath, And all its silken bells are snowy white. Such notes of rapture from her liquid throat Steal through the ear and wind into the heart, The opening heavens scarce breathe a sweeter sound When sainted souls from mortal bonds depart. Amazement held me in a stupid gaze And marble muteness, till Confusion came, Flushed my shamed cheek, abash'd my downcast eye, And bathed in blushes all my trembling frame. Now could I prostrate throw me on the ground, And on the hard earth press my trancéd breast, And shame the zeal of him that bows him down, And on his face adores the inflaméd east.. Thou dear extatic power of holy Love, C. NEWTON. STANZAS, WRITTEN AT CONWAY. She weeps for days that shall return no more. Gleams in each warrior's hand the quivering lance, Clangs the broad shield, and nods the shadowy plume. "The youths again the gallant tourney calls, [glaive, Who fired with conquest wield the thundering • Milton. + Shakespeare. |