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Thine eyes are on me — they would speak, By ready nature for a life of love,
I think, to help me if they could.

For endless constancy, and placid truth;
Blessings upon that soft, warm face,

But whatsoe'er of such rare treasure lay My heart again is in its place!

Reserved, had fate permitted, for support

Of their maturer years, his present mind While thou art mine, my little Love,

Was under fascination; -he bebeld This cannot be a sorrowful grove;

A vision, and adored the thing he saw. Contentment, hope, and Mother's glee,

Arabian fiction never filled the world I seem to find them all in thee:

With half the wonders that were wrought for him. Here's grass to play with, here are flowers;

Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring; I'll call thee by my Darling's name;

Life turned the meanest of her implements, Thou hast, I think, a look of ours,

Before his eyes, to price above all gold; Thy features seem to me the same;

The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine; His little Sister thou shalt be;

Her chamber window did surpass in glory And, when once more my home I see,

The portals of the dawn; all paradise
I'll tell him many tales of Thee."

Could, by the simple opening of a door,
Let itself in upon him; pathways, walks,
Swarmed with enchantment, till his spirit sank,

Surcharged, within him, — overblest to move

Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world
To its dull round of ordinary cares;

A man too happy for mortality!
The following tale was written as an Episode, in a work from
which its length may perhaps exclude it. The facts are true;
no invention as to these has been exercised, as none was needed.

So passed the time, till, whether through effect Of some unguarded moment that dissolved

Virtuous restraint -ah, speak it — think it not! O Happy time of youthful lovers (thus

Deem rather that the fervent Youth, who saw My story may begin) O balmy time,

So many bars between his present state In which a love-knot on a lady's brow

And the dear haven where he wished to be Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!

In honourable wedlock with his Love, To such inheritance of blessed fancy

Was in his judgment tempted to decline (Fancy that sports more desperately with minds To perilous weakness, and entrust his cause Than ever fortune hath been known to do)

To nature for a happy end of all;
The high-born Vaudracour was brought, by years Deem that by such fond hope the Youth was swayed
Whose progress had a little overstepped

And bear with their transgression, when I add
His stripling prime. A town of small repute, That Julia, wanting yet the name of wife,
Among the vine-clad mountains of Auvergne, Carried about her for a secret grief
Was the Youth's birth-place. There he wooed a Maid The promise of a mother.
Who heard the heart-felt music of his suit
With answering vows. Plebeian was the stock,

To conceal
Plebeian, though ingenuous, the stock,

The threatened shame, the parents of the Maid From which her graces and her honours sprung:

Found means to hurry her away by night, And hence the father of the enamoured Youth, And unforewarned, that in some distant spot With haughty indignation, spurned the thought

She might remain shrouded in privacy, Of such alliance. — From their cradles up,

Until the babe was born. When morning camne, Witn but a step between their several homes, The Lover, thus bereft, stung with his loss, Twins had they been in pleasure; after strife

And all uncertain whither he should turn, And petty quarrels, had grown fond again;

Chafed like a wild beast in the toils; but soon Each other's advocate, each other's stay;

Discovering traces of the fugitives, And strangers to content if long apart,

Their steps he followed to the Maid's retreat. Or more divided than a sportive pair

The sequel may be easily divined Of sea-fowl, conscious both that they are hovering

Walks to and fro — watchings at every hour; Within the eddy of a common blast,

And the fair Captive, who, whene'er she may,
Or hidden only by the concave depth

Is busy at her casement as the swallow
Of neighbouring billows from each other's sight. Fluttering its pinions, almost within reach,

About the pendent nest, did thus espy
Thus, not without concurrence of an age

ller Lover!- thence a stolen intei .iew, Unknown to memory, was an earnest given

Accomplished under friendly shade of night.

Within the vortex of a foaming flood,
Tormented ? by such aid you may conceive
The perturbation of each mind :— ah, no!
Desperate the Maid the Youth is stained with blood;
But as the troubled seed and tortured bough
Is Man, subjected to despotic sway.

I pass the raptures of the Pair; - such theme ls, by innumerable poets, touched In more delightful verse than skill of mine Could fashion, chiefly by that darling bard Who told of Juliet and her Romeo, And of the lark's note heard before its time, And of the streaks that laced the severing clouds In the unrelenting east. — Through all her courts The vacant city slept; the busy winds, That keep no certain intervals of rest, Mored not; meanwhile the galaxy displayed Her fires, that like mysterious pulses beat Aloft; — momentous but uneasy bliss ! To their full hearts the universe seemed hung On that brief meeting's slender filament!

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For him, by private influence with the Court Was pardon gained, and liberty procured; But not without exaction of a pledge, Which liberty and love dispersed in air. He flew to her from whom they would divide him – He clove to her who could not give him peace Yea, his first word of greeting was, —“All right Is gone from me; my lately-towering hopes, To the least fibre of their lowest root, Are withered; - thou no longer canst be mine, I thine — the Conscience-stricken must not woo The unruffled Innocent, - I see thy face, Behold thee, and my misery is complete !"

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They parted; and the generous Vandracour Reached speedily the native threshold, bent On making (so the Lovers had agreed) A sacrifice of birthright to attain A final portion from his Father's hand; Which granted, Bride and Bridegroom then would flee To some remote and solitary place, Shady as night, and beautiful as heaven, Where they may live, with no one to behold Their happiness, or to disturb their love. But now of this no whisper; not the less, If ever an obtrusive word were dropped Touching the matter of his passion, still, In his stern Father's hearing, Vaudracour Persisted openly that death alone Should abrogate his human privilege Divine, of swearing everlasting truth, Cpon the altar, to the Maid he loved.

“One, are we not ?" exclaimed the Maiden ---"Onn For innocence and youth, for weal and woe?" Then with the Father's name she coupled words Of vehement indignation; but the Youth Checked her with filial meekness; for no thought Uncharitable, no presumptuous rising Of hasty censure, modelled in the eclipse Of true domestic loyalty, did e'er Find place within his bosom. - Once again The persevering wedge of tyranny Achieved their separation ; — and once more Were they united, — to be yet again Disparted— pitiable lot! But here A portion of the Tale may well be left In silence, though my memory could add Much how the Youth, in scanty space of time, Was traversed from without; much, too, of thoughts That occupied his days in solitude Under privation and restraint; and what, Through dark and shapeless fear of things to come, And what, through strong compunction for the past, He suffered — breaking down in heart and mind !

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" You shall be baffled in your mad intent If there be justice in the Court of France," Sluttered the Father. – From these words the Youth Conceived a terror, — and, by night or day, Stirred nowhere without weapons — that full soon Found dreadful provocation : for at night When to his chamber he retired, attempt Was made to seize him by three armed men, Acting, in furtherance of the Father's will, Inder a private signet of the State. One, did the Youth's ungovernable hand Assault and slay; — and to a second, gave A perilous wound, - he shuddered to behold The breathless corse; then peacefully resigned His person to the law, was lodged in prison, And wore the fetters of a criminal.



beheld a tuft of winged seed That, from the dandelion's naked stalk, Mounted aloft, is suffered not to use Its natural gifts for purposes of rest, Driven by the autumnal whirlwind to and fro Through the wide element? or have you marked The heavier substance of a leaf-clad bough,

Doomed to a third and last captivity, His freedom he recovered on the eve Of Julia's travail. When the babe was born, Its presence tempted him to cherish schemes Of future happiness. “You shall return, Julia," said he, "and to your Father's house Go with the Child. — You have been wretched, yet The silver shower, whose reckless burthen weighs Too heavily upon the lily's head, Oft leaves a saving moisture at its root. Malice, beholding you, will melt away. Go!- 't is a Town where both of us were born; None will reproach you, for our truth is known;

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And if, amid those once-bright bowers, our fate
Remain unpitied, pity is not in man.
With ornaments — the prettiest, nature yields
Or art can fashion, shall you deck our Boy,
And feed his countenance with your own sweet looks
Till no one can resist him. — Now, even now,
I see him sporting on the sunny lawn;
My Father from the window sees him too;
Startled, as if some new-created Thing
Enriched the earth, or Faery of the woods
Bounded before him; — but the unweeting Child
Shall by his beauty win his Grandsire's heart
So that it shall be softened, and our loves
End happily — as they began!” These gleams
Appeared but seldom; oftener was he seen
Propping a pale and melancholy face
Upon the Mother's bosom; resting thus
His head upon one breast, while from the other
The Babe was drawing in its quiet food.
- That pillar is no longer to be thine,
Fond Youth! that mournful solace:now must pass
Into the list of things that cannot be!
Unwedded Julia, terror-smitten, hears
The sentence, by her Mother's lip pronounced,
That dooms her to a Convent. - Who shall tell,
Who dares report, the tidings to the Lord
Of her affections? So they blindly asked
Who knew not to what quiet depths a weight
Of agony had pressed the Sufferer down;-
l'he word, by others dreaded, he can hear
Composed and silent, without visible sign
Of even the least emotion. Noting this,
When the impatient Object of his love
Upbraided him with slackness, he returned
No answer, only took the Mother's hand
And kissed it — seemingly devoid of pain,
Or care, that what so tenderly he pressed,
Was a dependant on the obdurate heart
Of One who came to disunite their lives

r— sad alternative! preferred, By the unbending Parents of the Maid, To secret 'spousals meanly disavowed. - So be it!

On the hill top. His eyes he scarcely took,
Throughout that journey, from the vehicle
(Slow-moving ark of all his hopes!) that veiled
The tender Infant: and at every inn,
And under every hospitable tree
At which the Bearers halted or reposed,
Laid him with timid care upon his knees,
And looked, as mothers ne'er were known to look,
Upon the Nursling which his arms embraced.
– This was the manner in which Vaudracour
Departed with his Infant; and thus reached
His Father's house, where to the innocent Child
Admittance was denied. The young Man spake
No words of indignation or reproof,
But of his Father begged, a last request,
That a retreat might be assigned to him
Where in forgotten quiet he might dwell,
With such allowance as his wants required ;
For wishes he had none. To a Lodge that stood
Deep in a forest, with leave given, at the age
Of four-and-twenty summers, he withdrew;
And thither took with him his infant Babe,
And one Domestic for their common needs,
An aged Woman. It consoled him here
To attend upon the Orphan, and perform
Obsequious service to the precious Child,
Which, after a short time, by some mistake
Or indiscretion of the Father, died. —
The Tale I follow to its last recess
Of suffering or of peace, I know not which:
Theirs be the blame who caused the woe, not mine!

For ever

From this time forth, he never shared a smile With mortal creature. An Inhabitant Of that same Town, in which the Pair had left So lively a remembrance of their griefs, By chance of business, coming within reach Of his retirement, to the forest lodge Repaired, but only found the Matron there, Who told him that his pains were thrown away, For that her Master never uttered word To living Thing — not even to her. — Behold! While they were speaking, Vaudracour approached; But, seeing some one near, even as his hand Was stretched towards the garden gate, he shrunkAnd, like a shadow, glided out of view. Shocked at his savage aspect, from the place The Visitor retired.

In the city he remained A season after Julia had withdrawn To those religious walls. He, too, departs — Who with him?- even the senseless Little-one! With that sole Charge he passed the city-gates, For the last time, attendant by the side Of a close chair, a litter, or sedan, In which the Babe was carried. To a hill, That rose a brief league distant from the town, The Dwellers in that house where he had lodged Accompanied his steps, by anxious love Impelled, — they parted from him there, and stood Watching below, till he had disappeared

Thus lived the Youth Cut off from all intelligence with man, And shunning even the light of common day; Nor could the voice of Freedom, which through France Full speedily resounded, public hope, Or personal memory of his own deep wrongs Rouse him: but in those solitary shades His days he wasted, an imbecile mind!

Should troubles overflow on her from whom it came."
letyLove;" from which Poem the form of stanza, as suitable What have I seen, and heard, or dreamt? where am

Hardships for the brave encountered,

Even the feeblest may endure:

If Almighty Grace through me thy chains unbind, The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of My Father for slave's work may seek a slave in the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby; and the liberty is

mind." taken of inscribing it to him, as an acknowledgment, however

7. unworthy, of pleasure and instruction derived from his numemes and valuable writings, illustrative of the piely and chivalry

“Princess, at this burst of goodness, of the olden time.]

My long-frozen heart grows warm!”. * Yet you make all courage fruitless,

Me to save from chance of harm;

Leading such Companion I that gilded Dome,
You have heard “a Spanish Lady

Yon Minarets, would gladly leave for his worst home."
How she wooed an English Man ;*
Hear now of a fair Armenian,

Daughter of the proud Soldàn;
How she loved a Christian Slave, and told her pain

Feeling tunes your voice, fair Princess ! Be word, look, deed, with hope that he might love again.

And your brow is free from scorn,

Else these words would come like mockery, 2.

Sharper than the pointed thorn." “Pluck that rose, it moves my liking,"

“Whence the undeserved mistrust? Too wide apart Said she, lifting up her veil ;

Our faith hath been, - O would that eyes could see “ Pluck it for me, gentle Gardener,

the heart!" Ere it wither and grow pale.”

9. “Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take From twig or bed an humbler Power, even for your

Tempt me not, I pray; my doom is sake."

These base implements to wield;

Rusty Lance, I ne'er shall grasp thee, 3.

Ne'er assoil my cobwebb'd shield!
"Grieved am I, submissive Christian!

Never see my native land, nor castle towers,
To behold thy captive state;

Nor Her who thinking of me there counts widowed
Women, in your land, may pity

hours." (May they not ?) the unfortunate." “Yes , kind Lady! otherwise Man could not bear

10. Life, which to every one that breathes is full of care." “Prisoner! pardon youthful fancies;

Wedded ? If you can, say no !4.

Blessed is and be your Consort;

Hopes I cherished — let them go!
Handmaid's privilege would leave my purpose free,
Without another link to my felicity.”

“Wedded love with loyal Christians,

Lady, is a mystery rare;
Body, heart, and soul in union,

Make one being of a pair.”
“Humble love in me would look for no return,
Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn."

Gracious Allah! by such title

Do I dare to thank the God,
Him who thus exalts thy spirit,

Flower of an unchristian sod!
Or hast thou put off wings which thou in heaven dost


"Worse than idle is compassion,

If it end in tears and sighs;
Thee from bondage would I rescue

And from vile indignities;
Nurtured, as thy mien bespeaks, in high degree,
look up — and help a hand that longs to set thee free.”

“ Lady, dread the wish, nor venture

In such peril to engage;
Think how it would stir against you

Your most loving Father's rage:
Sud deliverance would it be, and yoked with shame,

6. “Generous Frank! the just in effort

Are of inward peace secure;

"See, in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, “ The Spanish

en dialogue, u adopted

I! where ?"


20. Here broke off the dangerous converse :

“Make it known that my Companion
Less impassioned words might tell

Is of royal Eastern blood,
How the pair escaped together,

Thirsting after all perfection,
Tears not wanting, nor a knell

Innocent, and meek, and good,
Of sorrow in her heart while through her Father's door, Though with misbelievers bred; but that dark night
And from her narrow world, she passed for evermore.

Will Holy Church disperse by beams of Gospel Light.”

But affections higher, holier,

Urged her steps; she shrunk from trust
In a sensual creed that trampled

Woman's birthright into dust.
Little be the wonder then, the blame be none,
If she, a timid Maid, hath put such boldness on.

Swiftly went that gray-haired Servant,

Soon returned a trusty Page
Charged with greetings, benedictions,

Thanks and praises, each a gage
For a sunny thought to cheer the Stranger's way,
Her virtuous scruples to remove, her fears allay.

Judge both Fugitives with knowledge :

In those old romantic days
Mighty were the soul's commandments

To support, restrain, or raise.
Foes might hang upon their path, snakes rustle near,
But nothing from their inward selves had they to fear.

Fancy (while, to banners floating

High on Stolberg's Castle walls,
Deafening noise of welcome mounted,

Trumpets, Drums, and Atabals,)
The devout embraces still, while such tears fell
As made a meeting seem most like a dear farewell


Thought infirm ne'er came between them,

Whether printing desert sands
With accordant steps, or gathering

Forest-fruit with social hands;
Or whispering like two reeds that in the cold moon-

Bend with the breeze their heads, beside a crystal


Through a haze of human nature,

Glorified by heavenly light,
Looked the beautiful Deliverer

On that overpowering sight,
While across her virgin cheek pure

blushes strayed, For every tender sacrifice her heart had made.

On a friendly deck reposing,

They at length for Venice steer;
There, when they had closed their voyage,

One, who daily on the Pier
Watched for tidings from ine East, beheld his Lord,
Fell down and clasped his knees for joy, not uttering


On the ground the weeping Countess

Knelt, and kissed the Stranger's hand;
Act of soul-devoted homage,

Pledge of an eternal band:
Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,
Which, with a generous shout, the crowd did ratify.

18. Mutual was the sudden transport;

Breathless questions followed fast,
Years contracting to a moment,

Each word greedier than the last;
Hie thee to the Countess, Friend ! return with speed,
And of this Stranger speak by whom her Lord was freed.

Constant to the fair Armenian,

Gentle pleasures round her moved,
Like a tutelary Spirit

Reverenced, like a Sister, loved.
Christian meekness smoothed for all the path of life,
Who, loving most, should wiseliest love, their only



19. “Say that I, who might have languished,

Drooped and pined till life was spent,
Now before the gates of Stolberg

My Deliverer would present
For a crowning recompense, the precious grace
Of her who in my heart still holds her ancient place.

Mute Memento of that union

In a Saxon Church survives,
Where a cross-legged Knight lies sculptured

As between two wedded Wives -
Figures with armorial signs of race and birth,
And the vain rank the Pilgrims bore while yet on


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