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A thousand quivers round him rained

Their shafts or ere he reached the shore; But when the farther bank was gained, This

song the passing whirlwind bore:

“Joy to thy banner, bold Sir Knight!

But if yon goblet break or fall,
Farewell thy vantage in the fight!

Farewell the luck of Eden-hall !"

The forest cleared, he winds his horn,

Rock, wood, and wave, return the din ;
And soon, as though by Echo borne,

His gallant Squires come pricking in.-

'T is dusk of day; — in Eden's towers

A mother o'er her infant bends,
And lists, amid the whispering bowers, ·

The sound that from the stream ascends.

It comes in murmurs up the stairs,

A low, a sweet, a mellow voice,
And charms away the lady's cares,

And bids the mother's heart rejoice.

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Sleep sweetly, babe!" 't was heard to say;

“ But if the goblet break or fall, Farewell thy vantage in the fray!

Farewell the luck of Eden-hall !".

Though years on years have taken flight,

Good-fortune's still the Musgrave's thrall ; Hail to his vantage in the fight!

All hail the Luck of Eden-Hall! Literary Souvenir.

Mostrommi Pombra d'una breve notte
Allora quel che'l lungo corso, e 'l lume
Di mille giorni non m'avea mostrato.

Aminta. Atto I. Sc. I.

Death rode; - the moon-deserted stars on high,

Like radiant tears upon the gloomy brow
Of sorrowful Night, hung dim and tremblingly,

As if their little lamps not long could glow; And when the Pale Steed on the earth alighted,

They faded all as with a smile of woe :

And air had been a chaos dark and blighted,

But for the pure rays of one lovely gem, Heaven's solitary child, which seemed excited

By some superior fire, nor died with them Surviving all its sisters, but was left

Sole grace of Night's dishonoured diadem!

At every bound, that giant courser cleft

The reeling earth with adamantine hoof;And, as of all her solid heart bereft,

The earth's dark surface seemed a boundless roof, Crowning vacuity;--for every tread

Of that gigantic steed did ring aloof

With overpowering echo, deep and dread

That valour's fearless self had learned to fear, And at the terrors of that sound had fled.

His mane, like plumes upon a pall-clad bier, Flowed on the murky air ; from either eye

Flashed a red radiance in his stern career,

The only light that bade the darkness fly,

Save the mild beams, whose bright and argent source, Was the unconquered star that would not die.

He wore no ruling curb, that pallid Horse Swayed by the guiding thong—what need of reins

Upon a trackless and unbounded course?

And never eagle swept the ærial plains,

Or dolphin dashed along the yielding wave, Or tiger leaped to prey, 'mid hunger's pains,

So swiftly as that steed his pathway clave Through every barrier, o'er the dying land,

To make Death lord of Earth—and earth one grave.

Death! the gaunt rider at whose mute command

Earth’s glories into chaos were returning :
He grasped a sword within his mouldering hand,

And for all infinite destruction yearning, Before the eyes of his exulting steed

In the intensity of fury burning,

He waved the weapon, and thence drew the seed

Of fire, which grew on either edge, until It did the fierceness of its source exceed,

And streamed a meteor in Death's hand, to kill The living, and the life of this creation,

And Earth's appalling destiny fulfil.

With that broad flame, in its red coruscation,

He lashed her bosom—and thence widely burst One wild and universal conflagration.

The human silence, by the darkness nursed, Broke its long trance at that awakening fire;

And shrieks of agony from lips accurst,

A rose convulsively, and wailings dire:

The darkness of the past was Paradise To that hot element's destroying ire!

Of wave and forest, that inflamed abyss Ingulphed the dwellers, with encircling swoop;

And all forms human that survived till this.

A pale, emaciate, and despairing troop

Sped to the summit of the loftiest rock,
As shipwrecked seamen, on their vessel's poop,

When all beside hath sunk, tumultuous flock For yet a breath of life;—but vainly tried

For still the fires arose with ten-fold shock.

Servant and lord were there--but Power had died;

And Beauty moved not, where she once was chief, – No tone commanding left the lips of Pride ;

But ever, ever did Despair and Grief
Beat heavy on all hearts, with leaden hands;

Till to the fear of death, was death relief..

And many rushed, in strange, disordered bands,

Amid the world of fire ;-none cried “Come back !" With the dear accent that despair withstands :

Till on the peak, which, barren all and black, Still towered aloft, did one pale lover lie,

Left with the loved one he would not forsake.

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She seemed to view him with a spirit's eye,

Full of the immortality of love ;-
And woman's faithful heart was last to die !

The earth lay tombed in fire—but still above, That solitary star, unscathed, was gleaming,

And with its silver light the red flames clove;

A token of some future glory seeming,

Amid the present's fiery desolation ;
As when the elements with storms are teeming,

And winter o'er the land holds tyrant station, Some branch of green proclaims a new-born spring,

Will robe the young earth in its decoration.

Death, on his pallid Horse, rode triumphing

Fit rider for such steed—through flaming space; When, swifter than the lightning's swiftest wing,

From the high star's pre-eminence of place,
A bright bolt, shot in thunder—and both rider

And steed fell powerless in their giant race!
And when that courser, and his grim bestrider

Annihilation found the tranquil star
Seemed as descending, for its disk grew wider,

And a perennial morning dawned afar,
Where beauty, light, and life, and love were rising,-

No death could conquer, and no sorrow mar:

Aperient dews descended, as baptising

A new creation with their crystal rain ;
And light, the universal space comprising,

The thronging clouds which did therein remainThe gloomy pilgrims of the morning air

Dissolved in lustre, till the eye in vain

Had looked to heaven, to view the bright star there;

Its orb, expanded to infinity,
Was heaven: sweet sounds, and visions fair,

And beings lovelier than the loveliest sky,
Were born eternal--and the voice of mirth,

And smile of joy, grew eloquent on high.

And spirits, which once wore the clay of earth,

Clothed in the glory of etherial wings,
Rose to a second, and diviner birth-

And quaffed of life, at life's undying springs.
Literary Magnet.

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