DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE. THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE. A SOLILOQUY. UNCHANGED within to see all changed without Return thy radiance or absorb it quite : Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, SONG. A SUNNY Shaft did I behold, And thus he sang : "Adieu! adieu! We must away; Far, far away! To-day! to-day!" PHANTOM OR FACT? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE. AUTHOR. A LOVELY form there sate beside my bed, But ah! the change-It had not stirr'd, and yet- That shrinking back, like one that had mistook FRIEND. This riddling tale, to what does it belong? AUTHOR. Call it a moment's work (and such it seems) FANCY IN NUBIBUS, OR THE POET IN THE CLOUDS. O! IT is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE-TREE. A LAMENT. I SEEM to have an indistinct recollection of having read either in one of the ponderous tomes of George of Venice, or in some other compilation from the uninspired Hebrew writers, an apologue or Rabbinical tradition to the following purpose: While our first parents stood before their offended Maker, and the last words of the sentence were yet sounding in Adam's ear, the guileful false serpent, a counterfeit and a usurper from the beginning, presumptuously took on himself the character of advocate or mediator, and pretending to intercede for Adam, exclaimed: "Nay, Lord, in thy justice, not so! for the man was the least in fault. Rather let the Woman return at once to the dust, and let Adam remain in this thy Paradise." And the word of the Most High answered Satan: "The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. Treacherous Fiend! if with guilt like thine, it had been possible for thee to have the heart of a Man, and to feel the yearning of a human soul for its counterpart, the sentence, which thou now Counsellest, should have been inflicted on thyself." The title of the following poem was suggested by a fact mentioned by Linnæus, of a date-tree in a nobleman's garden which year after year had put forth a full show of blossoms, but never produced fruit, till a branch from another date-tree had been conveyed from a distance of some hundred leagues. The first leaf of the MS. from which the poem has been transcribed, and which contained the two or three introductory stanzas, is wanting: and the author has in vain taxed his memory to repair the loss. But a rude draught of the poem contains the substance of the stanzas, and the reader is requested to receive it as the substitute. It is not impossible, that some congenial spirit, whose years do not exceed those of the author, at the time the poem was written, may find a pleasure in restoring the Lament to its original integrity by a reduction of the thoughts to the requisite metre. I. BENEATH the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the thrones of frost, through the absence of objects to reflect the rays. "What no one with us shares, seems scarce our own." The presence of a one, The best beloved, who loveth me the best, is for the heart, what the supporting air from within is for the hollow globe with its suspended car. Deprive it of this, and all without, that would have buoyed it aloft even to the seat of the gods, becomes a burthen and crushes it into flatness. II. The finer the sense for the beautiful and the lovely, and the fairer and lovelier the object presented to the sense; the more exquisite the individual's capacity of joy, and the more ample his means and opportunities of enjoyment, the more heavily will he feel the ache of solitariness, the more unsubstantial becomes the feast spread around him. What matters it, whether in fact the viands and the ministering graces are shadowy or real, to him who has not hand to grasp nor arms to embrace them? III. Imagination; honourable aims; Free commune with the choir that cannot die; IV. For never touch of gladness stirs my heart, And wishing without hope I restlessly despair. V. The mother with anticipated glee Smiles o'er the child, that, standing by her chair To mock the coming sounds. At that sweet sight And if the babe perchance should lisp the notes aright, VI. Then is she tenfold gladder than before! But should disease or chance the darling take, What then avail those songs, which sweet of yore Why was I made for Love and Love denied to me? THE TWO FOUNTS. STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY, WITH UNBLEMISHED LOOKS, FROM A SEVERE ATTACK OF PAIN. 'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be That thou, sweet friend, such anguish shouldst endure; Methought he fronted me with peering look In every heart (quoth he) since Adam's sin Of Pleasure only will to all dispense, As on the driving cloud the shiny bow, As though the spirits of all lovely flowers, Ev'n so, Eliza ! on that face of thine, On that benignant face, whose look alone A beauty hovers still, and ne'er takes wing, Who than needs wonder, if (no outlet found Sleep, and the Dwarf with that unsteady gleam Till audibly at length I cried, as though In every look a barbed arrow send, On those soft lips let scorn and anger live! LIMBO. 'Tis a strange place, this Limbo !-not a Place, But that is lovely-looks like human Time,- As 'twere an organ full of silent sight, His whole face seemeth to rejoice in light!— He seems to gaze at that which seems to gaze on him! |