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Where haply (kind service to piety due !) With thoughts which no delights can chase, When winter the grove of its mantle be- Recal a sister's last embrace, reaves,

[breast) may strew His mother's neck entwine ; Some bird (like our own honoured red- Nor shall forget the maiden coy

(boy! The desolate slumberer with moss and That would have loved the bright-haired with leaves.

My song, encouraged by the grace Fuentes once harboured the good and the That beams from his ingenuous face, brave,

(unknown : i For this adventurer scruples not Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure To prophesy a golden lot ; Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave Due recompence, and safe return While the thrill of her fifes through the To Como's steeps—his happy bourne ! mountains was blown :

Where he, aloft in garden glade,

Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed maid, Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless! The towering maize, and prop the twig ascent

(sway, That ill supports the luscious fig ; Oh, silence of nature, how deep is thy Or feed his eye in paths sun-proof When the whirlwind of human destruction with purple of the trellis-roof, is spent,

passed away! That through the jealous leaves escapes Our tumults appeased, and our strises From Cadenabbia's pendant grapes.

Oh, might he tempt that goatherd-child

To share his wanderings ! him whose look THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE Even yet my heart can scarcely brook, SWISS GOATHERD.

So touchingly he smiled,

As with a rapture caught from heaven,

For unasked alms in pity given.
Now that the farewell tear is dried,
Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guide!

Hope be thy guide, adventurous boy ;
The wages of thy travel, joy!

With nodding plumes, and lightly drest Whether for London bound-to trill

Like foresters in leaf-green vest, Thy mountain notes with simple skill ;

The Helvetian mountaineers, on ground Or on thy head to poise a show

For Tell's dread archery renowned, Of images in seemly row;

Before the target stood—to claim
The graceful form of milk-white steed, The guerdon of the steadiest aim.
Or bird that soared with Ganymede ;

Loud was the rifle-gun's report,
Or through our hamlets thou wilt bear A startling thunder quick and short !
The sightless Milton, with his hair

But, flying through the heights around, Around his placid temples curled ;

Echo prolonged a tell-tale sound And Shakspeare at his side-a freight,

Of hearts and hands alike“ prepared If clay could think and mind were weight, The treasures they enjoy to guard ?" For him who bore the world !

And, if there be a favoured hour Hope be thy guide, adventurous boy;

When heroes are allowed to quit The wages of thy travel, joy!

The tomb, and on the clouds to sit

With tutelary power, But thou, perhaps, (alert and free

On their descendants shedding grace, Though serving sage philosophy)

This was the hour, and that the place. Wilt ramble over hill and dale, A vendor of the well-wrought scale But truth inspired the bards of old Whose sentient tube instructs to time When of an iron age they told, A purpose to a fickle clime ;

Which to unequal laws gave birth,
Whether thou choose this useful part, That drove Astræa from the earth.
Or minister to finer art,

A gentle boy (perchance with blood
Though robbed of many a cherished dream, As noble as the best endued,
And crossed by many a shattered scheme, But seemingly a thing despised,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see Even by the sun and air unprized ;
In the proud isle of liberty !

For not a tinge or flowery streak
Yet will the wanderer sometimes pine Appeared upon his tender cheek)

Heart-deaf to those rebounding notes, Afloat beneath Italian skies,
Of pleasure, by his silent goats,

Through regions fair as Paradise
Sate far apart in forest shed,

We gaily passed, -till nature wrought Pale, ragged, bare his feet and head, A silent and unlooked-for change, Mute as the snow upon the hill,

That checked the desultory range
And, as the saint he prays to, still,

Of joy and sprightly thought.
Ah, what avails heroic deed?
What liberty ? if no defence

Where'er was dipped the toiling oar, Pe won for feeble innocence

The waves danced round us as before, Father of all ! though wilful manhood read As lightly, though of altered hue; His punishment in soul-distress, (ness ! Mid recent coolness, such as falls Grant to the morn of life its natural blessed- At noon-tide from umbrageous walls

That screen the morning dew.

No vapour stretched its wings; no cloud THE LAST SUPPER, BY LEONARDO DA Cast far or near a murky shroud;

VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY OF THE The sky an azure field displayed; CONVENT OF MARIA DELLA GRAZIA, 'Twas sunlight sheathed and gently MILAN.

charmed, THOUGH searching damps and many an

Of all its sparkling rays disarmed, envious flaw

(grace, And as in slumber laid:Have marred this work,* the calm ethereal The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face, Or something night and day between, The mercy, goodness, have not failed to Like moonshine, but the hue was green; awe

Still moonshine, without shadow, spread
The elements ; as they do melt and thaw On jutting rock, and curved shore.
The heart of the beholder-and erase Where gazed the peasant from his door,
(At least for one rapt moment) every trace

And on the mountain's head.
Of disobedience to the primal law.
The annunciation of the dreadful truth It tinged the Julian steeps—it lay,
Made to the twelve, survives: lip, fore- Lugano ! on thy ample bay;
head, cheek,

The solemnizing vejl was drawn
And hand reposing on the board in ruth O'er villas, terraces, and towers,
Of what it utters.t while the unguilty seek To Albogasio's olive bowers
Unquestionable meanings, still bespeak

Porlezza's verdaut lawn.
A labour worthy of eternal youth !

But fancy, with the speed of fire,
Hath fled to Milan's loftiest spire,

And there alights 'mid that aërial host THE ECLIPSE OF THE SUN, 1820.

Of figures human and divine, High on her speculative tower

White as the snows of Apennine
Stood science waiting for the hour

Indurated by frost.
When sol was destined to endure
That darkening of his radiant face

The statues ranged round the spire and Which superstition strove to chase,

along the roof of the cathedral of Milan, have

been found fault with by persons whose excluErewhile, with rites impure.

sive taste is unfortunate for themselves. It is true that the same expense and labour, judi

ciously directed to purposes more strictly archa* This picture of the Last Supper has not only tectural, might have much heightened the genebeen grievously injured by time, but parts are ral effect of the building: for, seen from the said to have been painted over again. These ground, the statues appear diminutive. But the niceties may be left to connoisseurs. -I speak of coup d'ail, from the best point of view, which is it as I felt. The copy exhibited in London some half way up the spire, must strike an unprejuyears ago, and the engraving by Morghen, are diced person with admiration : and surely the both admirable : but in the original is a power selection and arrangement of the figures is exwhich neither of those works has attained, or quisitely fitted to support the religion of the even approached.

country in the imaginations and feelings of the + The hand

spectator. It was with great pleasure that I Sang with the voice, and this the argument." saw, during the two ascents which we made, -MILTON

several children, of different ages, tripping up

Awe-stricken she beholds the array
That guards the temple night and day;
Angels she sees that might from heaven

have flown,
And virgin saints—who not in vain
Have striven by purity to gain
The beatific crown;
Sees long-drawn files, concentric rings
Each narrowing above each;—the

The uplifted palms, the silent marble lips,
The starry zone of sovereign height, ***
All steeped in this portentous light !
All suffering dim eclipse !
Thus after man had fallen, (if aught
These perishable spheres have wrought
May with that issue be compared)
Throngs of celestial visages,
Darkening like water in the breeze,
A holy sadness shared.
Lo! while I speak, the labouring sun
His glad deliverance has begun :
The cypress waves its sombre plume
More cheerily ; and town and tower,
The vineyard and the olive bower,
Their lustre re-assume !
Oye, who guard and grace my home
While in far-distant lands we roam,
Was such a vision given to you?
Or, while we looked with favoured eyes,
Did sullen mist hide lake and skies
And mountains from your view ?
I ask in vain-and know far 'ess
If sickness, sorrow, or distress
Have spared my dwelling to this hour :
Sad blindness, but ordained to prove
Our faith in Heaven's unfailing love
And all-controlling power.

Beats with a fancy running high
Her simple cares to magnify.
Whom labour, never urged to toil,
Hath cherished on a healthful soil,
Who knows not pomp, who heeds not
Whose heaviest sin it is to look (pelf,
Askance upon her pretty selt
Reflected in some crystal brook;
Whom grief hath spared—who sheds no
But in sweet pity ; and can hear (tear
Another's praise from envy clear.
Such, (but, О lavish nature ! why
That dark unfathomable eye,
Where lurks a spirit that replies
To stillest mood of softest skies,
Yet hints at peace to be o erthrown,
Another's first, and then her own ?)
Such, haply, yon Italian maid,
Our lady's laggard votaress,
Halting beneath the chestnut shade
To accomplish there her loveliness :
Nice aid maternal fingers lend;
A sister serves with slacker hand;
Then, glittering like a star, she joins the

festal band.
How blest (if truth may entertain
Coy fancy with a bolder strain)
The Helvetian girl—who daily braves,
In her light skiff, the tossing waves,
And quits the bosom of the

deep Only to climb the rugged steep? Say whence that modulated shout? From wood-nymph of Diana's throng? Or does the greeting to a rout Of giddy bacchanals belong? Jubilant outcry !-rock and glade Resounded—but the voice obeyed The breath of an Helvetian maid. Her beauty dazzles the thick wood ; Her courage animates the flood ; Her step the elastic green-sward meets Returning unreluctant sweets; The mountains (as ye heard) rejoice Aloud, saluted by her voice ! Blithe paragon of Alpine grace, Be as thou art-for through thy veins The blood of heroes runs its race ! And nobly wilt thou brook the chains That, for the virtuous, life prepares ; The fetters which the matron wears : The patriot mother's weight of anxious

cares ! "Sweet Highland girl ! a very shower Of beauty was thy earthly dower,''

THE THREE COTTAGE GIRLS. How blest the maid whose heart-yet free From love's uneasy sovereignty,

and down the slender spire, and pausing to look around them, with feelings much more animated than could have been derived from these, or the finest works of art if placed within easy reach, Remember also that you have the Alps on one side, and on the other the Apennines, with the Plain of Lombardy between !

Above the highest circle of figures is a zone of metallic stars.

+ See Address to a Highland Girl, p. 147.






When thou didst pass before my eyes, With a hope (and no more) for a season to Gay vision under suilen skies,


(debt! While hope and love around thee played, which ne'er may discharge the magnificent Near the rough Falls of Inversnaid ! Thou fortunate regiou ! whose greatness Time cannot thin thy flowing hair,

inurned, Nor take one ray of light from thee; Awoke to new life from its ashes and dust ; For in my fancy thou dost share Twice-glorified-fields ! ifin sadness I turned The gift of immortality;

From your infinite marvels, the sadness And there shall bloom, with thee allied, was just. The votaress by Lugano's side ; And that intrepid nymph, on Uri's Now, risen ere the light-footed chamois steep, descried !


(guarded with snow, From dew-sprinkled grass to heights

Toward the mists that bang over the land THE COLUMN INTENDED BY BONA- of my sires,

A TRIUMPHAL EDIFICE From the climate of myrtles contented I go. IN MILAN,

THE My thoughts become bright like yon edging WAY-SIDE IN THE SIMPLON PASS.

of pines, AMBITION, following down this far-famed But, touched from behind by the sun, it

How black was its hue in the region of air ! slope

now shines

(silver hair, Her pioneer, the snow-dissolving sun,

With threads that seem part of his own While clarions prate of kingdoms to be won,

Though the burthen of toil with dear friends Perchance in future ages here may stop;

we divide,

(fanned Taught to mistrust her flattering horoscope Though by the same zephyr our temples are By admonition from this prostrate stone ; As we rest in the cool orange-bower side by Memento uninscribed of pride o'erthrown, side,

(withstand : Vanity's hieroglyphic ; a choice trope A yearning survives which few bearts shall In fortune's rhetoric. Daughter of the rock, Each step hath its value while homeward Rest where thy course was stayed by power we move;

(appears! divine !

(thine, Oh, joy, when the girdle of England The soul transported sees, from hint of What moment in life is so conscious of love, Crimes which the great Avenger's hand So rich in the tenderest sweetness of tears? provoke,

(guined heath; Hears combats whistling o'er the ensanWhat groans ! what shrieks ! what quietness in death!

WHAT beast of chase hath broken from the


Stern Gemmi listens to as full a cry,

As multitudinous a harmony, VALLOMBROSA! I longed in thy shadiest As e'er did ring the heights of Latmos over, wood

(floor, When, from the soft couch of her sleeping To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered lover,

(tain-dew To listen to Anio's precipitous flood, Up-starting, Cynthia skimmed the mounWhen the stillness of evening hath deepened In keen pursuit-and gave, where'er she its roar;

sto muse flew, To range through the temples of Pæstum, Impetuous motion to the stars above her. In Pompeii, preserved by her burial in A solitary wolf-dog, ranging on earth :

(their hues; Through the bleak concave, wakes this On pictures to gaze, where they drank in wondrous chime And murmur sweet songs on the ground of Of aëry voices locked in unison, their birth!

Faint--far oft-near-deep-solemn and

sublime ! The beauty of Florence, the grandeur of So, from the body of one guilty deed, Rome,

[regret? A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting Could I leave them unseen, and not yield to thoughts, proceed !

PROCESSIONS. SUGGESTED ON A SABBATH Even such, this day, came wasted on the MORNING IN THE VAL.E OF CHAMOUNY. breeze


From a long train-in hooded vestments To appease the gods ; or public thanks to Enwrapt - and winding, between Alpine yield,


(prayer Or 10 solicit knowledge of events,

Spiry and dark, around their house of Which in her breast futurity concealed ; Below the icy bed of bright Argentiere. And that the past might have its true intents Feelingly told by living monuments ;

Still, in the vivid freshness of a dream, Mankind of yore were prompted to devise

The pageant haunts me as it met our eyes ! Rites such as yet Persepolis presents

Still, with those white-robed shapes-a Graven on her cankered walls, -solemnities

living stream, That moved in long array before admiring The glacier pillars join in solemn guise.* eyes.

For the same service by mysterious ties;

Numbers exceeding credible account The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state Of number, pure and silent votaries Thick boughs of palm, and willows from Issuing or issued from a wintry fount ; the brook,

The impenetrable heart of that exalted Marched round the altar—to commemorate mount ! How, when their course they through the

desert took, Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook, They too, who send so far a holy gleam They lodged in leafy tents and cabins low;

While they the church engird with motion

slow, Green boughs were borne, while for the blast that shook

A product of that awful mountain seem, Down to the earth the walls of Jericho,

Poured from its vaults of everlasting snow; These shout hosannas,-these the startling Not swans descending with the stealthy

Not virgin-lilies marshalled in bright row, trumpets blow!


A livelier sisterly resemblance show And thus, in order, 'mid the sacred grove Than the fair forms that in long order glide, Fed in the Libyan waste by gushing wells, Bear to the glacier band-those shapes aloft The priests and damsels of Ammonian Jove descried ! Provoked responses with shrill canticles; While, in a ship begirt with silver bells, Trembling, I look upon the secret springs They round the altar bore the horned god, Of that licentious craving in the mind Old Cham, the solar deity, who dwells

To act the God among external things, Aloft, yet in a tilting vessel rode,

To bind, on apt suggestion, or unbind ; When universal sea the mountains over- And marvel not that antique faith inclined flowed.

To crowd the world with metamorphosis,

Vouch safed in pity or in wrath assigned : Why speak of Roman pomps? the haughty Such insolent temptations wouldst thou claims


(dark abyss ! Of chiefs triumphant after ruthless wars ;

Avoid these sights ; nor brood o'er fable's The seast of Neptune—and the cereal

games, With images, and crowns, and empty cars ; * This procession is a part of the sacramental The dancing Salii-on the shields of Mars service performed once a month, In the valley Smiting with fury; and the deeper dread of Engelberg we had the good fortune to be Scattered on all sides by the hideous jars

present at the grand festival of the virgin-but Of Corybantian cymbals, while the head

the procession on that day, though consisting of Of Cybele was seen, sublimely turreted !

upwards of 1000 persons, assembled from all the branches of the sequestered valley, was much

less striking (notwithstanding the sublimity of At length a spirit more subdued and soft

the surrounding scenery) it wanted both the Appeared to govern Christian pageantries: the glacier columns, whose sisterly resemblance to

simplicity of the other, and the accompaniment of The cross, in calm processions, borne aloft the moving figures gave it a most beautiful and Moved to the chant of suber litanies. solemn peculiarity.

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