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A moment's pause--and then she deeply blushed,
As, trembling, she unclasped her rich attire, And, shrinking from the sun-light, shone confest The ripe and dazzling beauties of her breast.
And when her white and radiant limbs lay bare,
The fillet from her brow the dame unbound, And let the traces of her raven hair
Flow down in wavy lightness to the ground,
In dark and shadowy beauty floating round,
But then her spirit fell, when thus alone
She stood in the deep silence of her bower;
Save one unknown, supreme, eternal Power.
Again from earth; she could have wished that hour
Away- away! with wild and hurried pace,
Through many a long and echoing room she stole; No voice arrests her ear, no human face
Bursts on the dreary wildness of her soul. All silent now is that proud dwelling place,-
On-on she presses, till she reach the goal ; The portal past — she sees her palfrey stand, Held by a weak and weeping maiden's hand.
Away, away!—the lady hath departed;
The freedom of the land will soon be won:Rejoice, ye wronged, and spurned, and broken-hearted,
Rejoice!-- for your deliverance is begun. It's full five minutes since Godiva started,
She 'll be among you before half-past one ; Therefore, take care, both bachelors and spouses, AU but the blind, to keep within your houses.
Godiva passed, but all had disappeared,
Each in his dwelling's innermost recess;
To gaze upon her dazzling loveliness.
And pricked his ears — as if he would express
And here I also must remark, that this is
With ladies very frequently the case, And beg to hint to all equestrian misses,
That horses' backs are not their proper place.
Not leaping gates, or galloping a race;
The steed grew quiet, and a piercing cry
Burst on Godiva's ear;—she started, and Beheld a man, who, in a window high,
Shaded his dim eyes with his trembling hand !
To see her pass, and there had ta’en his stand;
I know not, gentles, whether this be true,
If so, you 'll own his punishment was just; Poor wretch!- full dearly had he cause to rue
His prying temper, or unbridled lust.
He was a tinker - but his tools might rust;
Alas! poor Peeping Tom!— Godiva kept
And fed him.- Reader, now my tale is told; I need not state how all the peasants wept,
And laughed, and blest their Countess — young and old
That night Godiva very soundly slept —
I grieve to add she caught a trifling cold;
Pulled down, of late, by order of the Mayor,
And 't would be too expensive to repair ;
Beneath them 'graved, in letters large and fair,
And still a sham Godiva, every year,
In grand procession - and the mob get beer.
Which being over, I must leave you here; And for Godiva- hope you 'll decent think her,
Laugh at her husband, and forgive the tinker. The Etonian.
THE SEA CAVE.
BY THOMAS DOUBLE DAY, ESQ.
IVAN THE CZAR.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Ivan le Terrible, etant dejà devenu vieux, assiégoit Novogorod.
Les Boyards, le voyant affoibli, lui demanderent s'il ne voulait pas donner le commandement de l'assaut à son fils. Sa fureur fut si grande a cette proposition, que rien de put l'appaiser : son fils se prosterna à ses pieds ; il le repoussa avec un coup d'une telle voilence, que deux jours après le malheureux en mourut. Le père, alors au desespoir, devint indifferent à la guerre comme au pouvoir, et ne survécut que peu de mois a son fils.
Dix ANNEES D'EXIL, PAR MAD. DE STAEL.
He sat in silence on the ground,
The old and haughty Czar;
And leaders of the war:
That many a field had won,
His fair and first-born son.
With a robe of ermine for its bed,
Was laid that form of clay,
Through the rich tent made way:
On the pallid face came down,
In the dust with his renown.
Low tones at last of woe and fear
From his full bosom broke;-
How then the proud man spoke!
Had shouted far and high,
Burthened with agony.
“There is no crimson on thy cheek,
And on thy lip no breath,
They tell me this is Death!
That I the deed have done -
up, my son!
“Well might I know death's hue and mien;
But on thine aspect, boy!
Save pride and tameless joy?
And bravest there of all-
Thus like a flower should fall?
“I will not bear that still, cold look ;
Rise up, thou fierce and free!
All, save this calm, from thee.
Once more thy kindling eyes!
I say to thee, Arise !
“ Didst thou not know I loved thee well?
Thou didst not! and art gone, In bitterness of thought, to dwell
Where man must dwell alone.
If but one hour, to learn
That seemed to thee so stern.
“Thou wert the first, the first fair child
That in mine arms I pressed, — Thou wert the bright one, that has smiled
Like summer on my breast!