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Gazed by an idle eye with silent might
pang, Of hopes which in lamenting I renewed. And last, a matron now, of sober mien, Yet radiant still and with no earthly sheen, Whom as a faery child my childhood wooed Even in my dawn of thought-Philosophy ; Though then unconscious of herself, pardie, She bore no other name than Poesy ; And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee, That had but newly left a mother's knee, Prattled and played with bird, and flower, and stone, As if with elfin playfellows well kn wn, And life revealed to innocence alone.
BENEATH the blaze of a tropical sun, the moun
tain 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 belov'd, 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.
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 ?
Imagination : honorable aims;
With its own rill, on its own spangled bed,
O all-enjoying and all-blending sage,
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,
Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Homer to his countrymen.
T 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 commenceinent 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. “ Incominició 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."
Of the trim vines, some maid that half believes
IMPROVED FROM STOLBERG.*
ON A CATARACT FROM A CAVERN NEAR THE SUMMIT
OF A MOUNTAIN PRECIPICE.
UNPERISHING youth !
Thou leapest from forth The cell of thy hidden nativity; Never mortal saw The cradle of the strong one. Never mortal heard The gathering of his voices; The deep-murmured charm of the son of the rock, That is lisped evermore at his slumberless fountain. There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil At the shrine of his ceaseless renewing ; 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!
and beholds Above thee the cliff inaccessible ;
See Note at the end of the volume.
'TWAS my last waking thought, how it could be
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish shouldst
endure; When straight from Dreamland came a Dwarf,
and he Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure.
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,