« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
"By heavenly Powers conducted, we have But thou, I know not how inspired, how met;
[men's sight! O brother! to my knowledge lost so long, Wouldst change the course of things in all But neither lost to love, nor to regret, And this for one who cannot imitate Nor to my wishes lost;--forgive the wrong, Thy virtue—who may hate : (Such it may seem) if I thy crown have For, if, by such strange sacrifice restored,
Thy royal mantle worn : (borne, He reign, thou still must be his king, and I was their natural guardian ; and 'tis just sovereign lord. That now I should restore what hath been held in trust."
“ Lifted in magnanimity above
Aught that my feeble nature could perform, A while the astonished Artegal stood mute, Or even conceive ; surpassing me in love Then thus exclaimed—"To me, of tities Far as in power the eagle doth the worm ; shorn,
(tute, I, brother! only should be king in name, And stripped of power !-me, feeble, desti- And govern to my shame ; To me a kingdom ! --- spare the bitter A shadow in a hated land, while all scorn!
Of glad or willing service to thy share If justice ruled the breast of foreign kings, would fall."
Then, on the wide-spread wings Of war, had I returned to claim my right ; " Believe it not," said Elidure ; "respect This will I here avow, not dreading thy Awaits on virtuous life, and ever most despite."
Attends on goodness with dominion decked,
Which stands the universal empire's boast; "I do not blame thee," Elidure replied ; This can thy own experience testify: " But, if my looks did with my words agree, Nor shall thy foes deny I should at once be trusted, not defied, That, in the gracious opening of thy reign, And thou from all disquietude be free. Our father's spirit seemed in thee to May the unsullied goddess of the chase, breathe again.
Who to this blessed place At this blest moment led me, if I speak “And what if o'er that bright unbosoming With insincere intent, on me her vengeance , Clouds of disgrace and envious fortune wreak!
Have we not seen the glories of the spring "Were this same spear, which in my hand By veil of noontide darkness overcast? I grasp
The frith that glittered like a warrior's The British sceptre, here would I to thee shield, The symbol yield ; and would undo this The sky, the gay green field, clasp.
Are vanished ;-gladness ceases in the If it confined the robe of sovereignty.
[mountain coves. Odious to me the pomp of regal court, And trepidation strikes the blackened
And joyless sylvan sport, [lorn, While thou art roving, wretched and for- “But is that gloom dissolved? how passThy couch the dewy earth, thy roof the ing clear
(before ! forest thorn !"
Seems the wide world-far brighter than
Even so thy latent worth will re-appear, Then Artegal thus spake_"I only sought, Gladdening the people's heart from shore Within this realm a place of safe retreat ; to shore,
Iright to reign.
“But, not to overlook what thou mayst
know, "Who, when a crown is fixed upon his Thy enemies are neither weak nor few ;
(right with right? And circumspect must be our course, and Would balance claim with claim, and slow,
Or from my purpose ruin may ensue. Such heart was in her, being then
Such change in thy estate [wait The blessing of my later years
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
TO A BUTTERFLY.
I've watched you now a full half-hour, Then to his people cried, “ Receive your Self-poised upon that yellow flower; lord,
(king restored !" And, little butterfly! indeed Gorbonian's first-born son, your rightful I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless !-- not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !
My trees they are, my sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary; Or shake his high desert. Long did he reign; and, when he died, the Here lodge as in a sanctuary !
Come often to us, sear no wrong;
(bier. Of universal grief bedewed his honoured Sit near us, on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song;
And summer days when we were young; Thus was a brother by a brother saved; Sweet childish days, that were as long With whom a crown (temptation that hath As twenty days are now.
(bravec Discords in hearts of men till they have Their nearest kin with deadly purpose met) 'Gainst duty weighed, and faithful love, did
FAREWELL, thou little nook of mountain And, from this triumph of affection pure,
ground, He bore the lasting name of pious Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Elidure !"
Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
(rare; One side of our whole vale with grandeur
Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, THE SPARROW'S NEST. The loveliest spot that man hath ever
(peacesul care, BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Farewell!--we leave thee to Heaven's Those bright blue eggs together laid!
Thee, and the cottage which thou dost On me the chance-discovered sight
surround. Gleamed like a vision of delight. I started-seeming to espy
Our boat is safely anchored by the shore, The home and sheltered bed,
And safely she will ride when we are gone;. Th: sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by, The flowering shrubs that decorate our My father's house, in wet or dry,
door My sister Emmeline and I
Will prosper, though untended and alone: Together visited.
Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have She looked at it as if she feared it;
(store Still wishing, dreading to be near it: These narrow bounds contain our private
Of things earth makes and sun doth shine | Here, thronged with primroses, the steep upon;
(more. rock's breast Here they are in our sight-we have no Glittered at evening like a starry sky;
And in this bush our sparrow built her Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and nest, bell!
(sought; Of which I sung one song that will not die. For two months now in vain we shall be We leave you here in solitude to dwell Oh, happy garden! whose seclusion deep With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Hath been so friendly to industrious hours; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep coat,
(well! Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, fare- flowers,
(bowers; Whom from the borders of the lake we and wild notes warbled among leafy brought.
Two burning months let summer overleap, And placed together near our rocky well. And, coming back with her who will be We go for one to whom ye will be dear; Into thy bosom we again shall creep. And she will prize this bower, this Indian
shed, Our own contrivance, building without peer! A gentle maid, whose heart is lowly bred,
STANZAS Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered, With joyousness, and with a thoughtful WRITTEN IN MY POCKET-COPY OF THONcheer,
SON'S "CASTLE OF INDOLENCE." Will come to you; to you herself will wed— Within our happy castle there dwelt one And love the blessed life that we lead here. Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone Dear spot ! which we have watched with Who more devout enjoyment with us took: tender heed,
[blown Here on his hours he hung as on a book; Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms On his own time here would he float away, Among the distant mountains, flower and As doth a fly upon a summer brook; Weed,
go to-morrow-or belike to-dayWhich thou hast taken to thee as thy own, Seek for him,-he is fled; and whither none Making all kindness registered and known;
can say. 'Thou for our sakes, though nature's child indeed,
Thus often would he leave our peaceful Fair in thyself and beautiful aione,
home, Hast taken gifts which thou dost little And find elsewhere his business or delight; need.
Out of our valley's limits did he roam:
Full many a time, upon a stormy night, And oh, rcost constant, yet most fickle His voice came to us from the neighbour. place,
ing height: That hast thy wayward moods, as thou Oft did we see him driving full in view To them who look not daily on thy face; At mid-day when the sun was shining Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost bright; know,
[them go !" What ill was on him, what he had to do. And say'st when we sorsake thee, Let A mighty wonder bred among our quiet Thou easy-hearted thing, with thy wild race crew. Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow,
Ah! piteous sight it was to see this man And travel with the year at a soft pace. When he came back to us, a withered
flower, Help us to tell her tales of years gone by. Or like a sinful crcature, pale and wan. And this sweet spring the best beloved and Down would he sit; and without strengılı
(hour, Joy will be flown in its mortality:
Look at the common grass from hour 10 Something must stay to tell us of the rest. And oftentimes, how long I sear to say.
Where apple-trees in blossom made a He would entice that other man to hear bower,
His music, and to view his imagery: Retired in that sunshiny shade he lay: And, sooth, these two did love each other And, like a naked Indian, slept himself dear, away
As far as love in such a place could be;
There did they dwell—from earthly labour Great wonder to our gentle tribe it was
sree, Whenever from our valley he withdrew; As happy spirits as were ever seen; For happier soul no living creature has If but a bird, to keep them company, Than he had, being here the long day Or butterfly sate down, they were, I ween, through.
As pleased as if the same had been a Some thought he was a lover, and did woo:
maiden queen. Some thought far worse of him, and judged him wrong:
(to; But verse was what he had been wedded And his own mind did like a tempest
LOUISA. strong Come to him thus, and drove the weary I met Louisa in the shade; wight along.
And having seen that lovely maid,
Why should I fear to say
That she is ruddy, fleet, and strong;
Like rivulets in May?
Do spread, and sink, and rise;
Yet o'er the moorland will she roam Sweet heaven foresend! his was a lawful In weather rough and bleak; right;
And, when against the wind she strains, Noisy he was, and gamesome as a boy;
Oh, might I kiss the mountain rains, His limbs would toss about him with de- That sparkle on her cheek!
light Like branches when strong winds the trees if I with her but half a noon
[annoy. Take all that's mine“ beneath the moon," Vor lacked his calmer hours device or toy May sit beneath the walls To banish listlessness and irksome care; He would have taught you how you might When up she winds along the brook
Of some old cave, or mossy nook, employ Yourself; and many did to him repair,
To hunt the waterfalls. And, certes, not in vain; he had inventions
Expedients, too, of simplest sort he tried: And I will dare to tell,
STRANGE fits of passion I have known: Long blades of grass, plucked round liim But in the lover's ear alone, as he lay,
What once to me befel.
Beneath the evening moon.
All over the wide lea;
My horse trudged on—and we drew nigh Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed Those paths so dear to me.
The bowers where Lucy played :
And thine is too the last green fieid
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Ere with cold beads of midnight dew
Had mingled tears of thine, In one of those sweet dreams I slept, I grieved, fond youth! that thou shouldst Kind nature's gentlest boon! And all the while my eyes I kept
To haughty Geraldine.
Immoveable by generous sighs,
Who drag, beneath our native skies,
An oriental chain. At once, the bright moon dropped.
Pine not like them with arms across, What fond and wayward thoughts will slide How the fast-rooted trees can toss
Forgetting in thy care Into a lover's head > "Oh, mercy!" to myself I cried,
Their branches in mid air. "If Lucy should be dead!"
The humblest rivulet will take
Its own wild liberties;
And, every day, the imprisoned lake
Is flowing in the breeze.
Then, crouch no more on suppliant knee, And very few to love.
But scorn with scorn outbrave;
A Briton, even in love, should be
A subject, not a slave !
LOOK at the fate of summer flowers, When Lucy ceased to be;
Which blow at daybreak, droop ere evenBut she is in her grave, and, oh,
(that ours, The difference to me!
And, grieved for their brief date, confess
Is not so long!
In lands beyond the sea :
Perishing yet more swiftly than the flower
Whose frail existence is but of a day; What love I bore to thee.
What space hath virgin's beauty to disclose
Her sweets, and triumph o'er the breathing 'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Not even an hour !
(rose! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time ; for still I seem
The deepest grove whose foliage hid To love thee more and more.
The happiest lovers Arcady might boast,
Could not the entrance of this thought Among thy mountains did I feel
forbid : The joy of my desire ;
Oh, be thou wise as they, soul-gifted maid ! And she I cherished turned her wheel Nor rate too high what must so quickly Beside an English fire.
So soon be lost.