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Thine eyes are on me — they would speak, By ready nature for a life of love,
For endless constancy, and placid truth;
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
Could, by the simple opening of a door,
Surcharged, within him, — overblest to move
Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world
A man too happy for mortality!
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;
And bear with their transgression, when I add
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,
Is busy at her casement as the swallow
About the pendent nest, did thus espy
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,
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!
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 !"
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 !
" 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;
And if, amid those once-bright bowers, our fate
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,
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."
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,
Yon Minarets, would gladly leave for his worst home."
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!
Never see my native land, nor castle towers,
Nor Her who thinking of me there counts widowed
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!
Lady, is a mystery rare;
Make one being of a pair.”
Do I dare to thank the God,
Flower of an unchristian sod!
"Worse than idle is compassion,
If it end in tears and sighs;
And from vile indignities;
In such peril to engage;
Your most loving Father's rage:
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
Is of royal Eastern blood,
Thirsting after all perfection,
Innocent, and meek, and good,
Will Holy Church disperse by beams of Gospel Light.”
Urged her steps; she shrunk from trust
Woman's birthright into dust.
Soon returned a trusty Page
Thanks and praises, each a gage
In those old romantic days
To support, restrain, or raise.
High on Stolberg's Castle walls,
Trumpets, Drums, and Atabals,)
Whether printing desert sands
Forest-fruit with social hands;
Glorified by heavenly light,
On that overpowering sight,
blushes strayed, For every tender sacrifice her heart had made.
They at length for Venice steer;
One, who daily on the Pier
Knelt, and kissed the Stranger's hand;
Pledge of an eternal band:
18. Mutual was the sudden transport;
Breathless questions followed fast,
Each word greedier than the last;
Gentle pleasures round her moved,
Reverenced, like a Sister, loved.
19. “Say that I, who might have languished,
Drooped and pined till life was spent,
My Deliverer would present
In a Saxon Church survives,
As between two wedded Wives -