2 The heart may let its wanton wing Oh! she awak'd such happy dreams, When flying from the Phrygian shore, With lighter hopes could bound along, Or pant to be a wanderer more?! Even now delusive Hope will steal Pursues the murmurers of the deep, Alluding to these animated lines in the 44th Carmen of this Poet: Jam mens prætrepidans avet vagari, Jam læti studio pedes vigescunt ! Oh! such a blessed night as this, I often think, if friends were near, How we should feel, and gaze with bliss Upon the moon-bright scenery here! The sea is like a silvery lake, And, o'er its calm the vessel glides Gently, as if it fear'd to wake The slumber of the silent tides! The only envious cloud that lowers, Hath hung its shade on Pico's height3, Where dimly, mid the dusk, he towers, And scowling at this heav'n of light, Exults to see the infant storm Cling darkly round his giant form! Now, could I range those verdant isles, And see the looks, the melting smiles, 3 Pico is a very high mountain on one of the Azores, from which the Island derives its name. It is said by some to be as high as the Peak of Teneriffe. And could I lift each pious veil, And see the blushing cheek it shades, Dear STRANGFORD! at this hour, perhaps, And breathe them with thy graceful tone, Would make the coldest nymph his own! But, hark!—the boatswain's pipings tell 'Tis time to bid my dream farewell : I believe it is Guthrie who says, that the inhabitants of the Azores are much addicted to gallantry. This is an assertion in which even Guthrie may be credited. 5 These islands belong to the Portugueze. Eight bells!—the middle watch is set; Is one, whose heart remembers thee! STANZAS. Θυμος δε ποτ' εμος......... .................με προσφωνει ταδε· Eschyl. Fragment. A BEAM of tranquillity smil'd in the West, The storms of the morning pursued us no more, And the wave, while it welcom'd the moment of rest, Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er! Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead, And the spirit becalm❜d but remember'd their power, As the billow the force of the gale that was fled! ; I thought of the days, when to pleasure alone |