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Now I cleave to the house, and am dull as a snail; And, oftentimes, hear the church-bell with a sigh, That follows the thought — We've no land in the vale, Save six feet of earth where our forefathers lie!
THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET.
WHERE art thou, my beloved Son,
Seven years, alas! to have received
He was among the prime in worth,
Ah! little doth the Young-one dream,
Neglect me! no, I suffered long
My Son, if thou be humbled, poor,
They dwindled, Sir, sad sighe: to see !
A PASTORAL BALLAD.
Tax fields which with covetons spirit we sold,
When the troublesome Tempter beset us, said I,
But, Allan, be true to me, Allan,
There dwelt we, as happy as birds in their bowers;
But now we are strangers, go early or late ;
Oh, ill-judging sire of an innocent son who must now be a wanderer! – but peace to that
strain! Think of evening's repose when our labour was done, The Sabbath's return - and its leisure's soft chain ! And in sickness, if night had been sparing of sleep, How cheerful, at sunrise, the hill where I stood, Imking down on the kine, and our treasure of sheep That besprinkled the field — 't was like youth in my
Beyond participation lie
"The Bird and Cage they both were his:
When last he sailed, he left the Bird behind ; From bodings, as might be, that hung upon his mind.
“He to a Fellow-lodger's care
And now, God help me for my little wit!
, he took so much delight in it."
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT.
BY MY SISTER.
The days are cold, the nights are long,
Save thee, my pretty Love!
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
Then why so busy thou?
THE CHILDLESS FATHER. “Up, Timothy, up with your Staff and away! Not a soul in the village this morning will stay; The Hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds, And Skiddaw i
th the cry of the hounds."
A long, long way of land and sea !
-alas! to me Far more than I can be to thee.
Here, little Darling, dost thou lie;
My own dear Little-one will sigh,
'Tis gone — like dreams that we forget;
Oh! how I love thee! — we will stay
- I cannot help it - ill intent
Thine eyes are on me they would speak, By ready nature for a life of love,
For endless constancy, and placid truth;
Bnt whatsoe'er of such rare treasure lay My heart again is in its place!
Reserved, had fate permitted, for support
Of their maturer years, his present mind While thou art mine, my little Love,
Was under fascination; -he beheld This cannot be a sorrowful grove;
A vision, and adored the thing he saw. Contentment, hope, and Mother's glee,
Arabian fiction never filled the world I seem to find them all in thee:
With half the wonders that were wrought for him. Here's grass to play with, here are flowers;
Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring; I'll call thee by my Darling's name;
Life turned the meanest of her implements, Thou hast, I think, a look of ours,
Before his eyes, to price above all gold; Thy features seem to me the same;
The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine; His little Sister thou shalt be;
Her chamber window did surpass in glory And, when once more my home I see,
The portals of the dawn; all paradise I'll tell him many tales of Thee."
Could, by the simple opening of a door,
Surcharged, within him, - overblest to move
Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world
A man too happy for mortality!
So passed the time, till, whether through effect Of some unguarded moment that dissolved
Virtuous restraint – ah, speak it — think it not! O Happy time of youthful lovers (thus
Deem rather that the fervent Youth, who saw My story may begin) O balmy time,
So many bars between his present state In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
And the dear haven where he wished to be Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!
In honourable wedlock with his Love, To such inheritance of blessed fancy
Was in his judgment tempted to decline (Fancy that sports more desperately with minds To perilous weakness, and entrust his cause Than ever fortune hath been known to do)
To nature for a happy end of all; The high-born Vaudracour was brought, by years Deem that by such fond hope the Youth was swayed Whose progress had a little overstepped
And bear with their transgression, when I add His stripling prime. A town of small repute, That Julia, wanting yet the name of wife, Among the vine-clad mountains of Auvergne, Carried about her for a secret grief Was the Youth's birth-place. There he wooed a Maid The promise of a mother. Who heard the heart-felt music of his suit With answering vows. Plebeian was the stock,
To conceal Plebeian, though ingenuous, the stock,
The threatened shame, the parents of the Maid From which her graces and her honours sprung: Found means to hurry her away by night, And hence the father of the enamoured Youth, And unforewarned, that in some distant spot With haughty indignation, spurned the thought
She might remain shrouded in privacy, Of such alliance. — From their cradles up,
Until the babe was born. When morning came, Wita but a step between their several homes, The Lover, thus bereft, stung with his loss, Twing had they been in pleasure; after strife
And all uncertain whither he should turn,
Chafed like a wild beast in the toils; but soon Each other's advocate, each other's stay;
Discovering traces of the fugitives, And strangere to content if long apart,
Their steps he followed to the Maid's retreat. Or more divided than a sportive pair
The sequel may be easily divined Of sen-fowl, conscious both that they are hovering
Walks to and fro — watchings at every hour; Within the oddy of a common blast,
And the fair Captive, who, whene'er she may,
Is busy at her casement as the swallow
About the pendent nest, did thus espy
Her Lover! - thence a stolen inter ,iew, ۲۱۸ ۲۱۷۱۱۱ ۱۱ ۱۰ ۱۱۱۱۱۱۱۱۱۱۷, ۱۷ ۱۶ (earnest given
Accomplished under friendly shade of night.
Within the vortex of a foaming flood,
I pass the raptures of the Pair; - such theme ls, by innumerable poets, touched In more delightful verse than skill of mine Could fashion, chiefly by that darling bard Who told of Juliet and her Romeo, And of the lark's note heard before its time, And of the streaks that laced the severing clouds In the unrelenting east. — Through all her courts The vacant city slept; the busy winds, That keep no certain intervals of rest, Mored not; meanwhile the galaxy displayed Her fires, that like mysterious pulses beat Aloft; — momentous but uneasy bliss ! To their full hearts the universe seemed hung On that brief meeting's slender filament!
For him, by private influence with the Court Was pardon gained, and liberty procured; But not without exaction of a pledge, Which liberty and love dispersed in air. He flew to her from whom they would divide him – He clove to her who could not give him peace Yea, his first word of greeting was, —“All right Is gone from me; my lately-towering hopes, To the least fibre of their lowest root, Are withered; - thou no longer canst be mine, I thine — the Conscience-stricken must not woo The unruffled Innocent, - I see thy face, Behold thee, and my misery is complete !"
They parted; and the generous Vandracour Reached speedily the native threshold, bent On making (so the Lovers had agreed) A sacrifice of birthright to attain A final portion from his Father's hand; Which granted, Bride and Bridegroom then would flee To some remote and solitary place, Shady as night, and beautiful as heaven, Where they may live, with no one to behold Their happiness, or to disturb their love. But now of this no whisper; not the less, If ever an obtrusive word were dropped Touching the matter of his passion, still, In his stern Father's hearing, Vaudracour Persisted openly that death alone Should abrogate his human privilege Divine, of swearing everlasting truth, Cpon the altar, to the Maid he loved.
“One, are we not ?" exclaimed the Maiden ---"Onn For innocence and youth, for weal and woe?" Then with the Father's name she coupled words Of vehement indignation; but the Youth Checked her with filial meekness; for no thought Uncharitable, no presumptuous rising Of hasty censure, modelled in the eclipse Of true domestic loyalty, did e'er Find place within his bosom. - Once again The persevering wedge of tyranny Achieved their separation ; — and once more Were they united, — to be yet again Disparted— pitiable lot! But here A portion of the Tale may well be left In silence, though my memory could add Much how the Youth, in scanty space of time, Was traversed from without; much, too, of thoughts That occupied his days in solitude Under privation and restraint; and what, Through dark and shapeless fear of things to come, And what, through strong compunction for the past, He suffered — breaking down in heart and mind !
" You shall be baffled in your mad intent If there be justice in the Court of France," Sluttered the Father. – From these words the Youth Conceived a terror, — and, by night or day, Stirred nowhere without weapons — that full soon Found dreadful provocation : for at night When to his chamber he retired, attempt Was made to seize him by three armed men, Acting, in furtherance of the Father's will, Inder a private signet of the State. One, did the Youth's ungovernable hand Assault and slay; — and to a second, gave A perilous wound, - he shuddered to behold The breathless corse; then peacefully resigned His person to the law, was lodged in prison, And wore the fetters of a criminal.
beheld a tuft of winged seed That, from the dandelion's naked stalk, Mounted aloft, is suffered not to use Its natural gifts for purposes of rest, Driven by the autumnal whirlwind to and fro Through the wide element? or have you marked The heavier substance of a leaf-clad bough,
Doomed to a third and last captivity, His freedom he recovered on the eve Of Julia's travail. When the babe was born, Its presence tempted him to cherish schemes Of future happiness. “You shall return, Julia," said he, "and to your Father's house Go with the Child. — You have been wretched, yet The silver shower, whose reckless burthen weighs Too heavily upon the lily's head, Oft leaves a saving moisture at its root. Malice, beholding you, will melt away. Go!- 't is a Town where both of us were born; None will reproach you, for our truth is known;