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ity, by mutual infirmities, and even by a feeling of guise of playful raillery, and the countless other nodesty which will arise in delicate minds, when infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial they are conscious of possessing the same or the feeling. correspondent excellence in their own characters. In short, there must be a mind, which, while it feels Well, Sir ; you have said quite enough to make me the beautiful and the excellent in the beloved as its despair of finding a “ John Anderson, my jo, John," own, and by right of love appropriates it, can call to totter down the hill of life with. Goodness its Playfellow, and dares make sport of time and infirmity, while, in the person of a thou
Not so! Good men are not, I trust, so much scarcer sand-foldly endeared partner, we feel for aged VIRTUE the caressing fondness that belongs to the INNOCENCE than good women, but that what another would find of childhood, and repeat the same attentions and in you, you may hope to find in another. But well, tender courtesies as had been dictated by the same however, may that boon be rare, the possession of affection to the same object when attired in feminine which would be more than an adequate reward for loveliness or in manly beauty.
the rarest virtue.
Surely, he who has described it so beautifully, What a soothing-what an elevating idea!
must have possessed it? CATHERINE. If it be not only an idea.
If he were worthy to have possessed it, and had
believingly anticipated and not found it, how bitter At all events, these qualities which I have enumer- the disappointment! ued, are rarely found united in a single individual. How much more rare must it be, that two such in
(Then, after a pause of a few minutes). dividuals should meet together in this wide world
ANSWER (ez improviso). under circumstances that admit of their union as Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat, Hoshand and Wife! A person may be highly estima- He had, or fancied that he had ; ble on the whole, nay, amiable as neighbor, friend, Say, 't was but in his own conceitborsemate-in short, in all the concentric circles of
The fancy made him glad! attachment, save only the last and inmost ; and yet Crown of his cup, and garnish of his dish! fra how many causes be estranged from the highest The boon, prefigured in his earliest wish! perfection in this! Pride, coldness or fastidiousness The fair fulfilment of his poesy,
nature, worldly cares, an anxious or ambitious dis- When his young heart first yearn'd for sympathy! cestion, a passion for display, a sullen temper-one in the other—too often proves the dead fly in the But e'en the meteor offspring of the brain compost of spices," and any one is enough to unfit it
Unnourish'd wane! ka the precious balm of unction. For some mighty Faith asks her daily bread, good sort of people, too, there is not seldom a sort of And Fancy must be fed! Roletan saturnine, or, if you will, ursine vanity, that Now so it chanced— from wet or dry, keeps itself alive by sucking the paws of its own self
It boots not how I know not whyimportance. And as this high sense, or rather sensa. She miss'd her wonted food : and quickly ca of their own value is, for the most part, ground. Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew sickly. $ ma negative qualities, so they have no better means Then came a restless state, 't wixt yea preserving the same but by negatives—that is, by His faith was fix'd, his heart all ebb and flow;
nay, sa dung or saying any thing, that might be put down Or like a bark, in some half-shelter'd bay, far fad, silly, or nonsensical, or (to use their own Above its anchor driving to and fro. phrasej by never forgetting themselves, which some of their acquaintance are uncharitable enough to think the most worthless object they could be employed in That boon, which but to have possess'd
In a belief, gave life a zest
Uncertain both what it had been,
And if by error lost, or luck;
Or annual flower, which past its blow,
the too general insensibility to a very important Uncertain, and afraid to know, 13h; this, namely, that the misery of human life is Doubts toss'd him to and fro;
up of large masses, each separated from the Hope keeping Love, Love Hope alive, erat ben certain intervals. One year, the death of a Like babes bewilder'd in a snow, eld; years after, a failure in trade;
after another That cling and huddle from the cold kriget or shorter interval, a danghter may have In hollow tree or ruin'd fold. zaried unhappily ;- in all but the singularly unkritrate, the integral parts that compose the sum Those sparkling colors, once his boast, total of the unhappiness of a man's life, are easily Fading, one by one away, saulted
, and distinctly remembered. The HAPPINESS Thin and hueless as a ghost, fizie, on the contrary, is made up of minute frac
Poor Fancy on her sick-bed lay; Mos the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a ni at distance, worse when near, sale, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the dis- Telling her dreams to jealous Fear !
Where was it then, the sociable sprite
Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
Rehearsed their war-spell to the winds and waves But that it intercepted Reason's light;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
And many a verse which to myself I sang, The boon of Heaven's decreeing,
That woke the tear, yet stole away the pang,
Of hopes which in lamenting I renewid.
She bore no other name than Poesy;
And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee, Or but his own true love's projected shade, That had but newly left a mother's knee, Now, that at length by certain proof he knows, Prattled and play'd with bird and flower, and stone, That whether real or magic show,
As if with elfin playfellows well known,
And life reveal'd to innocence alone.
Thanks, gentle artist! now I can descry
Thy fair creation with a mastering eye,
And all awake! And now in fix'd gaze stand,
The crystal from its restless pool to scoop.
Sit on the ground-sward, and the banquet share.
'T is I, that sweep that lute's love-echoing strings, When life seems emptied of all genial powers,
And gaze upon the maid who gazing sings : A dreary mood, which he who ne'er has known Or pause and listen to the tinkling bells May bless his happy lot, I sate alone;
From the high tower, and think that there she dwells And, from the numbing spell to win relief,
With old Boccaccio's soul I stand possest,
And breathe an air like life, that swells my chest.
Thou brightest star of star-bright Italy!
Rich, ornate, populous, all treasures thine, Boccaccio's Garden and its faëry,
The golden corn, the olive, and the vine. The love, the joyaunce, and the gallantry!
Fair cities, gallant mansions, castles old, An Idyll, with Boccaccio's spirit warm,
And forests, where beside his leafy hold Framed in the silent poesy of form.
The sullen boar hath heard the distant horn,
And whets his tusks against the gnarled thorn ;
Fountains, where Love lies listening to their falls
And Nature makes her happy home with man;
Where many a gorgeous flower is duly fed
Thine all delights, and every muse is thine :
And more than all, the embrace and intertwine Or charm’d my youth, that kindled from above, Or all with all in gay and twinkling dance' Loved ere it loved, and sought a form for love ; 'Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance,
See! Boccace sits, unfolding on his knees
O all-enjoying and all-blending sage, The new-found roll of old Mæonides ;*
Long be it mine to con thy mazy page, But from his mantle's fold, and near the heart, Where, half conceal'd, the eye of fancy views Peers Ovid's Holy Book of Love's sweet smart ! Fauns, nymphs, and winged saints, all gracious to thy
muse! • Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Homer to his countrymen.
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks, f I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the And see in Dian's vest between the ranks overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Ro- of the trim vines, some maid that half believes man classics exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imagidations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of the The vestal fires, of which her lover grieves, restoration of literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of With that sly satyr peering through the leaves ! Boccaccio : wbere the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the Foung prince and the beautiful girl Biancafiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, Ovid's Art of nato a conoscer le lettere, fece legere il santo libro d' Onvidio, Love. Incomincið Racheo a mettere il suo officio in essecu- nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi fuochi di Venero zione con intera sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, inseg- si debbano ne freddi cuori occendere."
THE END OF COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS.