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YOUTH AND AGE.
A SOLILOQUY. UXCHANGED within to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others' warnings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight. O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed, While, and on whom, thou mayestshine on! nor heed Whether the object by reflected light Retum thy radiance or absorb it quite ; And though thou notest from thy safe recess Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, Love them for what they are : nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what they were.
VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
When I was young!
PHANTOM OR FACT?
A DIALOGUE IN VERSE.
A LOVELY form there sate beside my bed,
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Ere I was old!
This riddling tale, to what does it belong ? Is i history ? vision? or an idle song?
But springtide blossoms on thy lips,
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
A DAY DREAM.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope,
By him to be acquitted, as I hope ; Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow! By him to be condemned, as I fear, A wild-rose roofs the ruin'd shed,
REFLECTIONS ON THE ABOVE. And that and summer well agree : Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed, And lo! where Mary leans her head,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said. Two dear names carved upon the tree! I see a hope spring from that humble fear. And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow: All are not strong alike through storms to steer Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow. Right onward. What though dread of threaten'd
death "T was day! But now few, large, and bright, And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath
The stars are round the crescent moon! Inconstant to the truth within thy heart? And now it is a dark warm night,
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice i The balmiest of the month of June !
didst start, A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet Or not so vital as to claim thy life: fountain.
And myriads had reach'd Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true! O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
Ye who, secure 'mid trophies not your own, This brooding warmth across my breast, Judge him who won them when he stood alone,
This depth of tranquil bliss_ah me! And proudly talk of recreant BERENGAREFount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither, O first the age, and then the man compare! But in one quiet room we three are still together. That age how dark ! congenial minds how rare!
No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn! The shadows dance upon the wall,
No throbbing hearts awaited his return! By the still dancing fire-flames made; Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell, And now they slumber, moveless all !
He only disenchanted from the spell, And now they melt to one deep shade! Like the weak worm that gems the starless nighi, But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: Moved in the scanty circlet of his light: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel And was it strange if he withdrew the ray thee! That did but guide the night-birds to their
prey Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play The ascending Day-star with a bolder eye 'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!
Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn! But let me check this tender lay,
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry Which none may hear but she and thou! The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Lest so we tempt th' approaching Noon to scorn Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! The mists and painted vapors of our Morn.
HAVE NO SOULS.
TO A LADY,
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS. OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT WOMEN From his brimstone bed at break of day
A-walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth,
And see how his stock went on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And backwards and forwards he swish'd his long tail
As a gentleman swishes his cane.
And how then was the Devil drest ?
Oh! he was in his Sunday's best :
His jacket was red and his breeches were blue, His eyes are in his mind.
And there was a hole where the tail came through
He saw a LAWYER killing a Viper
CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT. And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind
SINCE all, that beat about in Nature's range, Of Cain and his brother, Abel.
Or veer or vanish, why shouldst thou remain
The only constant in a world of changeA POTHECARY on a white horse
O yearning THOUGHT, that livest but in the brain ? Rode by on his vocations,
Call to the HOURS, that in the distance play, And the Devil thought of his old Friend
The fairy people of the future dayDEATH in the Revelations.
Fond THOUGHT! not one of all that shining swarm
Will breathe on thee with life-enkindling breath,
Till when, like strangers shelt'ring from a storm, He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
Hope and Despair meet in the porch of Death! A cottage of gentility!
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see, And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
She is not thou, and only thou art she, Is pride that apes humility.
Still, still as though some dear embodied good,
Some living love before my eyes there stood, He went into a rich bookseller's shop,
With answering look a ready ear to lend, Quoth he! we are both of one college; I mourn to thee and say—“Ah! loveliest friend ! For I myself sate like a cormorant once
That this the meed of all my toils might be,
To have a home, an English home and thee!
The peacefull’st cot the moon shall shine upon,
Lull'd by the thrush and waken'd by the lark, And the Devil look'd wise as he saw how the while, Without thee were but a becalmed Bark, It cut its own throat. There! quoth he, with a smile, Whose helmsman on an ocean waste and wide Goes “ England's commercial prosperity.”
Sits mute and pale his mouldering helm beside.
And art thou nothing? Such thou art, as when As he went through Cold-Bath Fields, he saw
The woodman winding westward up the glen A solitary cell,
At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-track's maze And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze, For improving his prisons in Hell.
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An imaget with a glory round its head;
Nor knows, he makes the shadow he pursues !
He saw with consternation,
THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT.
ERE the birth of my life, if I wish'd it or no
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try.
And to live on be Yes; what can No be? to die. of vegetable gold (query paper money?); and next to Life Our Death, the Tree of Knowledge, grew fast by.
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope. Sat like a cormorant.-Par. Lost, IV.
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair? The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various Make out the Invent'ry; inspect, compare! readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to Then die—if die you dare ! find it noted, that for "Life" Cod. quid habent, " Trade." Though indeed the trade, i. e. the bibliopolic, so called, ràr' coxny, may be regarded as Life sansu eminentiori : a suggestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, he might have been mistaken, and most certainly he did not who on bearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, hear any names mentioned. In simple verity, the Author never country houses, etc. of the trade, exclaimed, “Ay! that's meant any one, or indeed any thing but to put a concluding what I call Life now!"-This "Life, our Death," is thus stanza to his doggerel. happily contrasted with the fruits of Authorship.Sic nos non + This phenomenon, which the Author has himself exponobis mellificamus Apes. Of this poem, with wbich the Fire, Famine and Slaughter of the earlier volumes of the Manchester Philosophical Trans
rienced, and of which the reader may find a description in ono first appeared in the Morning Post, the three first stanzas, which actions, is applied figuratively in the following passage of the are worth all the rest, and the ninth, were dictated by Mr. Aids to Reflection: Southey. Between the ninth and the concluding stanza, two or three are omitted as grounded on subjects that have lost their on different characters, holds equally true of Genius: as many
"Pindar's fine remark respecting the different effects of music interest and for better reasons. If any one should ask, who General —meant, the Author The beholder either recognizes it as a projected form of his own
as are not delighted by it are disturbed, perplexed, irritated. bega leave to inform him, that he did once see a red-faced per- Being, that moves before him with a Glory round its head, or son in a dream whom by the dress he took for a General ; but recoils from it as a spectre."--Aids to Reflection, p. 220. 2 D
Or call my destiny niggard ? O no! no!
It is her largeness, and her overflow,
Which being incomplete, disquieteth me so!
For never touch of gladness stirs my heart,
But tim'rously beginning to rejoice I seem to have an indistinct recolloction of having read either Like a blind Arab, that from sleep doth start in one of the ponderous tomes of George of Venice,
or in some In lonesome tent, I listen for thy voice. other compilation from the uninspired Hebrew Writers, an Apologue or Rabbinical Tradition to the following purpose:
Beloved ! 't is not thine; thou art not there! While our first parents stood before their offended Maker, Then melts the bubble into idle air, and the last words of the sentence were yet sounding in Adam's And wishing without hope I restlessly despair. ear, the guileful false serpent, a counterfeit and a usurper from the beginning, presumptuously took on himself the character
5. of advocate or mediator, and pretending to intercede for Adam, exclaimed: "Nay. Lord, in thy justice, not so: for the Man The mother with anticipated glee was the least in fault
. Rather let the Woman return at once Smiles o'er the child, that standing by her chair, to the dust, and let Adam remain in this thy Paradise.” And And flatt’ning its round cheek upon her knee, the word of the Most High answered Satan : " The tender Looks up, and doth its rosy lips prepare mercies of the wicked are cruel. Treacherous Fiend ! if with guilt like thine, it had been possible for thee to have the heart To mock the coming sounds. At that sweet sight of a Man, and to feel the yearning of a human soul for its She hears her own voice with a new delight; counterpart, the sentence, which thou now counsellest, should And if the babe perchance should lisp the notes have been inflicted on thyself."
6. (The title of the following poem was suggested by a fact mentioned by Linnæus, of a Dale-tree in a nobleman's garden, Then is she tenfold gladder than before! which year after year had put forth a full show of blossoms, But should disease or chance the darling take, but never produced fruit, till a branch from a Date-tree bad What then avail those songs, which sweet of yore been conveyed from a distance of some hundred leagues. The first leaf of the MS. from which the poem has been Were only sweet for their sweet echo's sake? transcribed, and which contained the two or three introduc- Dear maid! no pruttler at a mother's knee tory stanzas, is wanting: and the author has in vain taxed Was e'er so dearly prized as I prize thee: his memory to repair the loss. But a rude draught of the Why was I made for love, and love denied to me poem contains the substance of the stanzas, and the reader is requested to receive it as the substitute. It is not impossible, that some congenial spirit, whose years do not exceed those of the author at the time the poem was written, may find a pleasure in restoring the Lament to its original integ
FANCY IN NUBIBUS, rity by a reduction of the thoughts to the requisite Metre.
OR THE POET IN THE CLOUDS.
0! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, 1.
Just after sunset, or hy moonlight skies, Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the moun- To make the shifting clouds be what you please, tain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the Or let the easily persuaded eyes absence of objects to reflect the rays. “What no Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould one with us shares, seems scarce our own." The
Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low presence of a ONE,
And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold
"Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go is for the heart, what the supporting air from within From mount to mount through CLOUDLAND, goris for the hollow globe with its suspended car. Deprive it of this, and all without, that would have Or list’ning to the tide, with closed sight, buoyed it aloft even to the seat of the gods, becomes Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand a burthen, and crushes it into flatness.
By those deep sounds possess'd, with inward light 2.
Beheld the ILIAD and the ODYSSEY The finer the sense for the beautiful and the lovely,
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. and the fairer and lovelier the object presented to the sense ; the more exquisite the individual's capacity of joy, and the more ample his means and opportunities of enjoyment, the more heavily will he feel
THE TWO FOUNTS. the ache of solitariness, the more unsubstantial becomes the feast spread around him. What matters
STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY, it, whether in fact the viands and the ministering
WITH UNBLEMISHED LOOKS, FROM A SEVERE AT
TACK OF PAIN. graces are shadowy or real, to him who has not hand to grasp nor arms to embrace them?
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be 3.
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish shouldst endure: Imagination; honorable Aims;
When straight from Dreamland came a Dwarf, and he Free Commune with the choir that cannot die; Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure. Science and Song; Delight in little things, The buoyant child surviving in the man;
Methought he fronted me, with peering look Fields, forests, ancient mountains, ocean, sky, Fix'd on my heart; and read aloud in game With all their voices~0 dare I accuse
The loves and griefs therein, as from a book : My earthly lot as guilty of my spleen,
And utter'd praise like one who wish'd to blame.
As though the spirits of all lovely flowers, To each quaint image issuing from the mould
From mount to mount, through Cloudland, gorgeous On that benignant face, whose look alone
land! (The soul's translucence through her crystal shrine :)| Or listening to the tide, with closed sight, Has power to soothe all anguish but thine own. Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possess'd, with inward light
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea !
I ASK'd my fair, one happy day,
What I should call her in my lay, Sleep, and the Dwarf with that unsteady gleam
By what sweet name from Rome, or Greece, On his raised lip, that aped a critic smile,
Neæra, Laura, Daphne, Chloris, Had pass'd: yet I, my sad thoughts to beguile,
Carina, Lalage, or Doris, Lay weaving on the tissue of my dream:
Dorimene, or Lucrece? Till audibly at length I cried, as though
II. Thou hadst indeed been present to my eyes,
“Ah," replied my gentle fair ; O sweet, sweet sufferer! if the case be so,
“ Dear one, what are names but air I pray thee, be less good, less sweet, less wise !
Choose thou whatever suits the line;
Call me Laura, call me Chloris, In every look a barbed arrow send,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only-only-call me thine!”
Sly Belzebub took all occasions
He took his honor, took his health ;
He took his children, took his wealth,
His servants, oxen, horses, cows,
But cunning Satan did not lake his spouse.
But Heaven, that brings out good from evil,
And loves to disappoint the devil,
Had predetermined to restore
His servants, horses, oxen, cow-
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
But, oh! I trembled like an aspen.
HOARSE Mævius reads his hobbling verte