Midsummer Musings. By W. Howitt, Esq. The Better Land. By Mrs. Hemans · Stanzas written on the Grave of an Illegitimate Child. By Ismael Sonnets from Petrarch. By Lady Dacre To a Friend, with the foregoing Translations. By Lady Dacre 286 The Launch of the Nautilus. By the Rev. E. Barnard The Voice of Praise. By Miss Milford The Suicide. By Arthur Brooke, Esq. Stanzas. By W. Sydney Walker, Esq. On the Death of Inez. By D. M. Moir, Esq. Grief. By D. L. Richardson, Esq. On a Headland in the Bay of Panama. By Barry Cornwall 305 The 'Squire's Pew. By Miss Jane Taylor Ballachulish. By the Rev. Charles Hoyle David's Lament over his Child. By the Rev. Thomas Dale 309 To Thomas Moore, Esq. on the Birth of his Third Daughter. By The Magdalen. By the Rev. Thomas Dale. The Bridal Dirge. By Barry Cornwall To Fanny B., aged Three Years. By John Hamilton Reynolds, Days of my Youth. By the Hon. St. George Tucker A Farewell to the Muse. By Miss M. J. Jewsbury Field Flowers. By Thomas Campbell, Esq. • Holyrood. By Miss L. E. Landon The Moon. By Miss L. E. Landon The Ship’s Return. By Miss Benger The Scarf of Gold and Blue. By H. G. Bell, Esq. My Home. By the Rev. E. Barnard They are no more. By Charles Swain, Esq. The Voice of Home. By Mrs. Hemans Forget Thee! By the Rev. John Moultrie The Distant Ship. By Mrs. Hemans Childe Harold's last Pilgrimage. By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles TAGE The Hour of Phantasy. By Ismael Fitzadam On the Death of Miss Southey. By Miss Bowles Stanzas for Music. By James Hogg Youth Renewed. By James Montgomery, Esq. The Lover's Farewell to his Lyre. By J. H. Wiffen, Esq. THE POETICAL ALBUM. THE CONFLAGRATION OF MOSCOW. BY THE REV. C. C. COLTON. Her royal nest the Russian eagle fires, spurs thee on-defeat shall goad thee back. False friends in rear, in front a stubborn foe, Thy caterer, famine,— and thy couch the snow : Then view that fiery cope with ghastly smile, 'T is thy ambition's grand funereal pile. Blaze on, ye gilded domes, and turrets high, And like a furnace glow, thou trembling sky! , Be lakes of fire the tyrant's sole domain, And let that fiend o'er flames and ruins reign; Doomcd like the Rebel Angel, to be shown A fiery dungeon, where he hoped a throne. Blaze on! thou costliest, proudest sacrifice, E'er lit by patriot hands, or fanned by patriot's sighs. B By stubborn constancy of soul, a rock Then perish temple, palace, fort, or tower That screens a foeman in this 'vengeful hour; Let self-devotion rule this righteous cause, And triumph o'er affections, customs, laws; With Roman daring be the flag unfurled Themselves they conquered first, and then the world; Be this the dirge o'er Moscow's mighty grave, She stood to foster, but she fell to save ! Her flames like Judah's guardian pillar rose To shield her children, to confound her foes; That mighty beacon must not blaze in vain, It rouses earth, and flashes o'er the main. The sacrifice is made, the deed is done: Russia ! thy woes are finished, Gaul's begun! Soon to return-retire! There is a time When earthly virtue must not cope with crime. Husband thy strength, let not a life be lost, One patriot's life is worth the Gallic host; Unbend awhile thy bow, more strongly still To force thy shaft, and all thy quivers fill; Crouched like the tiger, prescient of the prey, Collect thy might, augmented by delay; Still as the calm, when on her siren breast The slumbering earthquake and the whirlwind rest. |