IV. ELEGIAC SONNET, Inscribed to the Memory of M. M. HAYS, Esq. HERE sleep'st thou, Man of Soul! Thy spirit flown, Cold is that heart, which throbbed at sorrow's moan, Where now the Wit, by generous roughness graced? Or Bounty's stealing foot, whose step untraced Had watched pale Want, and stored her famished cell? Alas! 't is all thou art! whose vigorous mind Farewell! Adieu! Sweet peace thy vigils keep; V. TO PHILENIA, ON A STANZA IN HER ADDRESS TO MYRA.* THY "bosom bankrupt," fair Peru divine, Or ever spangled Virtue's radiant zone! Thy "bosom bankrupt "!- Nature, sooner far, Leave the broad eye of noon without a ray, Thy "bosom bankrupt "! Ah! those sorrows cease Which taught us how to weep, and how admire; The tear that falls to soothe thy wounded peace, * The stanza which suggested this sonnet is highly encomiastic on Mr. Paine. It is here given from the "Massachusetts Magazine" of February, 1793:— "Since first Affliction's dreary frown Gloomed the bright summer of my days, A solace like his peerless praise." WASHINGTON ALLSTON. I. ON A FALLING GROUP, IN THE LAST JUDGMENT OF MICHAEL ANGELO. How vast, how dread, o'erwhelming is the thought A circling weight that crushes into naught Thy giant hand, O ANGELO, hath hurled E'en human forms, with all their mortal weight, Another still to reach, nor e'er to reach the last! II. ON REMBRANDT, OCCASIONED BY HIS PICTURE OF JACOB'S DREAM. As in that twilight, superstitious age, When all beyond the narrow grasp of mind Seemed fraught with meanings of supernal kind, Wont with the stars through boundless space to range, E'en so thy visionary scenes I hail; That, like the rambling of an idiot's speech, Yet in their random shadowings give birth To thoughts and things from other worlds that come, And fill the soul, and strike the reason dumb. III. ON SEEING THE PICTURE OF ÆOLUS, BY PELLEGRINO TIBALDI. FULL Well, Tibaldi, did thy kindred mind Like one who, reading magic words, receives Of gales and whirlwinds, hurricanes and storms. Or, if to rest inclined his turbid soul, On Hecla's top to stretch, and give the word |