Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back: SONG. EARL MARCH looked on his dying child, And smit with grief to view her Their shots along the deep siowly The youth," he cried, "whom I ex boom; Then ceased- and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Brave hearts! to Britain's pride 66 iled, Shall be restored to woo her." She's at the window many an hour But ah! so pale he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling, "And am I then forgot - forgot ?" It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes. TRIBUTE TO VICTORIA. VICTORIA'S Sceptre o'er the deep Has touched, and broken slavery's chain; Yet, strange magician! she enslaves Our hearts within her own domain. Her spirit is devout, and burns [From the Pleasures of Hope.] THE DISTANT IN NATURE AND EXPERIENCE. AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er Spans with bright arch the glittering [From The Pleasures of Hope.] LET winter come! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world, and tempesttroubled deep! Though boundless snows the withered heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light, the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore, How bright the fagots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm his pictured wall! How blest he names, in Love's familiar tone, The kind, fair friend, by nature marked his own; And, in the waveless mirror of his mind, Views the fleet years of pleasure left behind, Since when her empire o'er his heart began! Since first he called her his before the holy man! And sweep the furrowed lines of Trim the gay taper in his rustic dome, anxious thought away. [From The Pleasures of Hope.] BRIGHT as the pillar rose at Heaven's Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar, And told the path, -a never-setting star: So, heavenly Genius, in thy course divine. Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine. And light the wintry paradise of strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awakened, inexorable power This frail and feverish being of an hour; Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep a little while; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse and visionary brain! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom, And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb! Truth, ever lovely, since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man, How can thy words from balmy slumber start Reposing Virtue pillowed on the heart! Yet, if thy voice the note of thunder Oh! let her read, nor loudly, nor rolled, elate, And that were true which Nature The doom that bars us from a better never told, Let Wisdom smile not on her conquered field No rapture dawns, no treasure is revealed! fate; But, sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in! THOMAS CAREW. DISDAIN RETURNED. HE that loves a rosy cheek But a smooth and steadfast mind, Kindle never-dying fires:- No tears, Celia, now shall win, I have learned thy arts, and now ASK ME NO MORE. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light and Ask me no more if east or west |