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His young ones were killed; for they could not

depart, And their mother did die of a broken heart, The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever; And they floated it down on the course of the river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip, And with this tree and others they made a good ship. The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could with

stand. It bulged on a rock, and the waves rushed in fast: Round and round flew the Raven, and caw'd to the blast. He heard the last shriek of the perishing soulsSee! See! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls !

Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet, And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet, And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:

They had taken his all, and Revenge it was sweet!

ABSENCE.
A FAREWELL ODE, ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR

JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.
WHERE graced with many a classic spoil

Cam rolls his reverend stream along,
I haste to urge the learned toil
That sternly chides my love-lorn song:
Ah me! too mindful of the days
Illumed by Passion's orient rays,
When Peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health
Enriched me with the best of wealth.

Ah fair Delights! that o'er my soul
On Memory's wing, like shadows, fly!

Like star-beam on the slow sequestered tide
Lone-glittering, through the high tree branching

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And here, in Inspiration's eager hour,
When most the big soul feels the mastering power,

These wilds, these caverns roaming o'er,

Round which the screaming sea-gulls soar,
With wild unequal steps he passed along,
Oft pouring on the winds a broken song:
Anon, upon some rough rock's fearful brow
Would pause abrupt—and gaze upon the waves

below.

Poor Chatterton! he sorrows for thy fate
Who would have praised and loved thee, ere too late.
Poor Chatterton! farewell! of darkest hues
This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb;
But dare no longer on the sad theme muse,
Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom :
For oh! big gall-drops, shook from Folly's wing,
Have blackened the fair promise of my spring ;
And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart
The last pale Hope that shivered at my

heart !

Hence, gloomy thoughts! no more my soul shall

dwell
On joys that were ! No more endure to weigh
The shame and anguish of the evil day,
Wisely forgetful! O'er the ocean swell
Sublime of Hope I seek the cottaged dell
Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray;
And, dancing to the moon-light roundelay,
The wizard passions weave a holy spell !

O Chatterton! that thou wert yet alive!
Sure thou would'st spread the canvass to the gale,
And love with us the tinkling team to drive
O’er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale ;
And we, at sober eve, would round thee throng,
Would hang, enraptured, on thy stately song,
And greet with smiles the young-eyed Poesy
All deftly masked, as hoar Antiquity.
Alas, vain Phantasies ! the fleeting brood
Of Woe self-solaced in her dreamy mood !
Yet will I love to follow the sweet dream
Where Susquehanna pours his untamed stream;
And on some hill, whose forest-frowning side
Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide,
Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee,
Sweet Harper of time-shrouded Minstrelsy!
And there, soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind,
Muse on the sore ills I had left behind.

SONGS OF THE PIXIES.

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man.

The Pixies, in the superstition of Devonshire, are race of beings invisibly small, and harmless or friendly to

At a small distance from a village in that county, half way up a wood.covered hill, is an excavation called the Pixies' Parlor. The roots of old trees form its ceiling; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers, among which the author discovered his own and those of his brothers, cut by the hand of their childhood. At the foot of the hill flows the river Otter.

To this place the author, during the summer months of the year 1793, conducted a party of young ladies ; one of whom, of stat re elegantly all, and of complex colorless yet clear, was proclaimed the Faery Queen. On which occasion the following Irregular Ode was written.

I.

WHOM the untaught Shepherds call

Pixies in their madrigal, Fancy's children, here we dwell:

Welcome, Ladies ! to our cell. Here the wren of softest note

Builds its nest and warbles well; Here the blackbird strains his throat;

Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.

II.

When fades the moon to shadowy-pale,
And scuds the cloud before the gale,
Ere the Morn, all gem-bedight,
Hath streak'd the East with rosy light,
We sip the furze-flower's fragrant dews
Clad in robes of rainbow hues :
Or sport amid the shooting gleams
To the tune of distant-tinkling teams,
While lusty Labor scouting sorrow
Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow,
Who jogs the accustomed road along,
And paces cheery to her cheering song,,

III.

But not our filmy pinion
We scorch amid the blaze of day,
When Noontide's fiery-tressed minion

Flashes the fervid ray.
Aye from the sultry heat

We to the cave retreat
O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined
With wildest texture, blackened o’er with age:

Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,

Beneath whose foliage pale

Fanned by the unfrequent gale
We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day rage.

IV.

Thither, while the murmuring throng
Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song,
By Indolence and Fancy brought,
A youthful Bard, “unknown to Fame,”

Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,
And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh

Gazing with tearful eye,
As round our sandy grot appear
Many a rudely sculptured name

To pensive Memory dear!
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctured hue

We glance before his view :
Oe'r his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed
And twine the future garland round his head.

When Evening's dusky car

Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight;

On leaves of aspen trees

We tremble to the breeze
Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight.

Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Along our wildly-bowered sequestered walk,
We listen to the enamored rustic's talk;
Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast,
Where young-eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest;

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