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“And fain it would stoop downward
To the mirrored wave below;

And fain it would soar upward
In the evening's crimson glow.”

“Well have I seen that castle,
That castle by the sea,

And the moon above it standing,
And the mist rise solemnly.”

“The winds and the waves of ocean,
Had they a merry chime !

Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers,
The harp and the minstrel's rhyme 2"

“The winds and the waves of ocean,
They rested quietly;

But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,
And tears came to mine eye.”

“And sawest thou on the turrets
The king and his royal bride?

And the wave of their crimson mantles 2
And the golden crown of pride 2

“Led they not forth, in rapture,
A beauteous maiden there,

Resplendent as the morning sun,
Beaming with golden hair P”

“Well saw I the ancient parents,
Without the crown of pride;

They were moving slow, in weeds of woe;
No maiden was by their side s”

CASABIANCA. Mrs. Hemans.

THE boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though childlike, form.

The flames rolled on, — he would not go,
Without his father's word;

That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud, – “Say, father, say
If yet my task is done !”

He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

“Speak, father s” once again he cried,
“If I may yet be gone,”—

And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death
In still, yet brave despair.

96 LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN.

And shouted but once more aloud,
“My father must I stay ?”

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound ;
The boy, - O, where was he

Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;

But the noblest thing that perished there
Was that young, faithful heart. *

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At the gate of old Grenada, when all its bolts are barred, At twilight, at the Vega-gate, there is a trampling heard; There is a trampling heard, as of horses treading slow, And a weeping voice of women, and a heavy sound of woe. “What tower is fallen 2 what star is set 2 what chief come these bewailing 2" “A tower is fallen . A star is set ! — Alas! alas for Celin'"

'Three times they knock, three times they cry, the doors wide open throw ; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman holding in his hand a black and flaming torch. Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, For all have heard themisery, “Alas! alas for Celin!”

Him yesterday a Moor did slay, of Bencerrage's blood; *T was at the solemn jousting; around the nobles stood; The nobles of the land were there, and the ladies bright and fair Looked from their latticed windows, the haughty sight to share; But now the nobles all lament, the ladies are bewailing, For he was Grenada's darling knight, —“Alas! ala for Celin ''” &

Before him ride his vassals, in order two by two,

With ashes on their turbans spread, most pitiful to view ;

Behind him his four sisters, each wrapped in sable veil,

Between the tambour's dismal strokes take up their doleful tale;

When stops the muffled drum, ye hear their brotherless wailing,

And all the people, far and near, cry, - “Alas! alas for Celin P’

The Moorish maid at her lattice stands, the Moor stands at his door; .

One maid is wringing of her hands, and one is weeping sore;

98 FLOWERS.

Down to the dust men bow their heads and ashes black they strew

Upon their broidered garments, of crimson, green, and blue ;

Before each gate the bier stands still, then bursts the loud bewailing,

From door and lattice, high and low, - “Alas! alas for Celin P’

An old, old woman cometh forth, when she hears the people cry, w

Her hair is white as silver, like horn her glazéd eye;

It's she who nursed him at her breast, who nursed him long ago;

She knows not whom they all lament, but ah! she soon shall know.

With one loud shriek, she forward breaks, when her ears receive their wailing; —

46 too kiss my Celin ere I die! — Alas! alas for

elin ''”

FLOWERS. — Leigh Hunt.

WE are the sweet flowers, Born of sunny showers, (Think, whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith;) Utterance mute and bright, Of some unknown delight, We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath; All who see us love us, – - We befit all places; Unto Sorrow we give Smiles, and unto graces, graces,

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