For sure she deemed her mortal part was o'er, Daughter of Earth! therein thou deem'st aright; In dreams of night descending from on high, Rise on the raptured Poet's inward eye. The immortal Youth of Heaven, who floated by, Low thought, nor base desire, nor wasting care Angelic power and dignity and grace Were in his glorious pennons; from the neck Their colour like the winter's moonless sky Reflecting back to heaven a brighter blue. Such was their tint when closed, but when outspread, Tyrian dye, Tyrian purple, obtained from a shell-fish. M The permeating light Shed through their substance thin a varying hue; Beauteous as fragrant, gives to scent and sight Or ruby when with deepest red it glows; Kindles as it receives the rising ray, Proclaims the presence of the power divine. Of that celestial Spirit, as he went The gorgeous beauties that they gave to view : Of pearls that grace some Sultan's diadem. Now with slow stroke and strong, behold him smite The buoyant air, and now in gentler flight, On motionless wing expanded, shoot along. Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven, Far far beneath them lies Douro's generous vine. Port wine, so called from Oporto, a city on the river Douro, in Portugal. The gross and heavy atmosphere of earth; The Maid of mortal birth At every breath a new delight inhales. "Daughter of Earth," Ereenia cried, “alight; He furled his azure wings, which round him fold. Thomas Campbell was born in Glasgow, and became famous at the age of 18, by the publication of "The Pleasures of Hope." His lyrics, of which the finest are here given, are perhaps unequalled. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. YE mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze; Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, With thunders from her native oak2 She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, 1 Blake, a great sea-general, ás Admirals were then called, of the time of the Commonweath. ? Vollies from her ships. The meteor-flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm hath ceased to blow; BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN.1 ON Linden, where the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, 1 Campbell saw the battle of Hohen linden, which was fought between the French and Austrians, from the top of a Bavarian monastery. The date of the battle was Dec. 3, 1800. Linden is in Bavaria. |