'Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance, But from his mantle's fold, and near the heart, O all-enjoying and all-blending sage, Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks, 1829. *Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Homer to his countrymen. I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classics exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imaginations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of the restoration of literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of Boccaccio: where the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Biancofiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, Ovid's Art of Love. "Incominciò Racheo a mettere il suo officio in esecuzione con intera sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, insegnato a conoscer le lettere, fece leggere il santo libro d'Ovvidio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi fuochi di Venere si debbano ne' freddi cuori accendere." CHARITY IN THOUGHT. To praise men as good, and to take them for such, Will by Charity's gage surely have much too little. ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE, WHO DIED ON THE 16TH OF JANUARY, 1834.* O FRAIL as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar, To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie Glorious the thought-yet ah! my babes, ah! still Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death Hath suck'd your balmy breath, And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave Is buried in yon grave. No tears-no tears-I wish them not again; To die for them was gain, Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin * By a friend. IMPROVED FROM STOLBERG. ON A CATARACT FROM A CAVERN NEAR THE SUMMIT OF STROPHE. UNPERISHING youth! The cell of thy hidden nativity; The cradle of the strong one; The gathering of his voices; The deep-murmured charm of the son of the rock, It embosoms the roses of dawn, It entangles the shafts of the noon, And into the bed of its stillness The moonshine sinks down as in slumber, That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven May be born in a holy twilight! ANTISTROPHE. The wild goat in awe Looks up and beholds Above thee the cliff inaccessible ; Thou at once full-born Madd'nest in thy joyance, Whirlest, shatter'st, splitt'st, LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT. AN ALLEGORIC ROMANCE. LIKE a lone Arab, old and blind Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell; And now he hangs his aged head aslant, And listens for a human sound-in vain! And now the aid, which Heaven alone can grant, Upturns his eyeless face from Heaven to gain ;Even thus, in vacant mood, one sultry hour, Resting my eye upon a drooping plant, With brow low bent, within my garden bower, I sate upon the couch of camomile; And-whether 'twas a transient sleep, perchance, I watched the sickly calm with aimless scope, And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim, She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips, Alas! 'twas but a chilling breath L'ENVOY. In vain we supplicate the Powers above; WHAT IS LIFE? RESEMBLES life what once was deemed of light, An absolute self-an element ungrounded- Is By encroach of darkness made ?— 1829. INSCRIPTION FOR A TIME-PIECE. : Now! it is gone.—Our brief hours travel post, |