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And should my youth, as youth is apt 1 Beverage and food ; they edged the shore. know,
and crown'd Some harshness show,
The far-off highland summits, their straight All vain asperities I day by day
stems Would wear away,
Bare without leaf or bough, erect and Till the smooth temper of my age should smooth, be
Their tresses nodding like a crested helm, Like the high leaves upon the Holly The plumage of the grove. Tree.
Will ye believe
The wonders of the ocean? how its shoals And as when all the summer trees are Sprung from the wave, like flashing light, seen
took wing, So bright and green,
And, twinkling with a silver glitterance, The Holly leaves a sober hue display
Flew through the air and sunshine? Yet Less bright than they ;
were these But when the bare and wintry woods we
To sight less wondrous than the tribe who see,
swam, What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree Following, like fowlers with uplifted eye,
Their falling quarry : language cannot
paint So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng;
Their splendid tints; though in blue So would I seem amid the young and gay,Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,
ocean seen, More grave than they ;
| In all its rich variety of shades, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
Suffused with glowing gold.
Heaven, too, had there
arm, THE SCENERY OF AMERICA.
Came down :-yea! like a demon's arm,
it seized Madoc in Wales. The waters, Ocean smoked beneath its
touch, Thy summer woods And rose like dust before the whirlwind's Are lovely, O my mother Isle ! the force. birch
But we sail'd onward over tranquil seas, Light bending on thy banks, thy elmy Wasted by airs so exquisitely mild, vales,
That even to breathe became an act of Thy venerable oaks ! But there, what
And sense, and pleasure. Not a cloud by Of beauty clothed the inlands and the day shore !
With purple islanded the dark blue deep: All these in stateliest growth, and mixed By night' the quiet billows heaved and with these
glanced Dark spreading cedar, and the cypress Under the moon, that heavenly moon ! so tall,
bright, Its pointed summit waving to the winá That many a midnight have I paced the Like a long beacon flame; and loveliest Amid a thousand strange and lovely Forgetful of the hours of due repose ; shapes,
Yea, till the sun in his full majesty The lofty palm, that with its nuts sup. Went forth, like God beholding his own
The earliest sunbeams haste to wing NIGHT IN THE DESERT.
their way, Thalaba. With rainbow wreaths the holy stream
adorning : How beautiful is night!
And duly the adoring moon at A dewy freshness fills the silent
night air ;
Sheds her white glory there, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck,
And in the watery air nor stain,
Suspends her halo-crowns of silver light.
AN EASTERN EVENING.
stream, How beautiful is night! Homeward the tall flamingo wings his
flight; And where he sails athwart the setting
His scarlet plumage glows with deeper THE SOURCE OF THE GANGES. light. The Curse of Kehama.
The watchman, at the wished approach of
night, NONE hath seen its secret fountain ; Gladly forsakes the field, where he all But on the top of Merd mountain,
day, Which rises o'er the hills of earth, To scare the winged plunderers from In light and clouds, it hath its mortal their prey, birth.
With shout and sling, on yonder clayEarth seems that pinnacle to rear
built height, Sublime above this worldly sphere,
Hath borne the sultry ray. Its cradle, and its altar, and its throne; Hark! at the Golden Palaces, And there the new-born river lies
The Bramin strikes the hour. Outspread beneath its native skies, For leagues and leagues around, the As if it there would love to dwell
brazen sound Alone and unapproachable.
Rolls through the stillness of departing Soon flowing forward, and resigned
day, To the will of the Creating Mind,
Like thunder far away.
THE SUBMARINE CITY. around, Like thunder, with the incessant roar Such was the talk they held upon their resounding,
way, And Meru's summit shaking with the Of him to whose old city they were sound.
u bound; Wide spreads the snowy foam, the spark. And now, upon their journey, many a ling spray
day Dances aloft ; and ever there at Had risen and closed, and mar.y a week morning
And many a realm and region had they With the deeds of days of yore past,
That ample roof was sculptured o'er, When now the ancient towers appeared And many a godlike form there met his at last.
eye, Their golden summits, in the noon-day And many an emblem dark of mystery. light,
Through these wide portals oft had Baly Shone s'er the dark green deep that rode rolled between ;
Triumphant from his proud abode, For domes, and pinnacles, and spires When, in his greatness, he bestrode were seen
The Aullay, hugest of four-footed Peering above the sea, -a mournful kind, sight!
The Aullay-horse, that in his force, Well might the sad beholder ween from With elephantine trunk, could bind thence
And list the elephant, and on the wind What works of wonder the devouring Whirl him away, with sway and swing, wave
Even like a pebble from the practised Had swallowed there, when monuments
sling. so brave Bore record of their old magnificence. Those streets which never, since the days And on the sandy shore, beside the of yore, verge
By human footstep had been visited; Of ocean, here and there, a rock-hewn Those streets which never more fane
A human foot shall tread, Resisted in its strength the surf and Ladurlad trod. In sun-light, and seasurge
green, That on their deep foundations beat in The thousand palaces were seen vain.
Of that proud city whose superb In solitude the ancient temples stood, abodes Once resonant with instrument and Seemed reared by giants for the im. song,
mortal gods. And solemn dance of festive multi How silent and how beautiful they tude;
stand, Now as the weary ages pass along, Like things of Nature ! the eternal Hearing no voice save of the ocean rocks flood,
Themselves not firmer. Neither hath Which roars for ever on the restless the sand shores ;
Drifted within their gates, and choaked Or, visiting their solitary caves,
their doors, The lonely sound of winds, that moan Nor slime defiled their pavements and around
their floors. Accordant to the melancholy waves.
Did then the ocean wage Wondering, he stood awhile to His war for love and envy, not in
rage, Upon the works of elder days. O thou fair city, that he spares thee The brazen portals open stood,
thus ? Even as the fearful multitude
Art thou Varounin's capital and Had left them, when they fled
court, Before the rising flood.
Where all the sea-gods for delight High over-head, sublime,
resort, The mighty gateway's storied roof was| A place too godlike to be held spread,
by us, Dwarfing the puny piles of younger The poor degenerate children of the time.
So thought Ladurlad, as he looked For where the mighty Ocean could not around,
spare, Weening to hear the sound
There had he, with his own creation, Of Mermaid's shell, and song Sought to repair his work of devastaOf choral throng from some imperial tion. hall,
And here were coral bowers, Wherein the immortal powers, at And grots of madrepores, [eye festival,
| And banks of spunge, as soft and fair to Their high carousals keep.
As e'er was mossy bed
Whereon the Wood-nymphs lay
Here, too, were living flowers
Which, like a bud compacted, And silent market-place, and lonely
Their purple cups contracted, square, Aimed with the mighty curse, behold him
And now in open blossoms spread,
*] Stretched like green anthers many a seekfare.
And aborets of jointed stone were
there, Where Baly held of old his awful
And plants of fibres fine, as silkworm's reign.
[hair What once had been the garden spread
Yea, beautiful as Mermaid's golden around, Fair garden, once which wore perpetual
Upon the waves dispread :
Others that, like the broad bannana green, Where all sweet flowers through all the Raised
Raised their long wrinkled leaves of year were found, And all fair fruits were through all sea
Like streamers wide out-flowing. sons seen ;
And whatsoe'er the depths of Ocean A place of Paradise, where each device
[espied. Of emulous art with nature strove to
From human eyes, Ladurlad there
Trees of the deep, and shrubs and fruits vie;
and flowers, And nature, on her part, Called forth new powers wherewith tolu
As fair as ours.
Wherewith the Sea-nymphs love their vanquish art.
locks to braid, The Swerga-God himself, with co
When to their father's hall, at vious eye,
Repairing, they, in emulous array,
Their charms display,
To grace the banquet, and the solemn his way,
day. Behold from eldest time a goodlier Than were the groves which Baly, in his might,
THALABA'S HOME IN THE Made for his chosen place of solace and
Thalaba. It was a Garden still beyond all It was the wisdom and the will price,
The lot of Thalaba.
There might his soul develope best Or when the winter torrent rolls
Down the deep-channelled rain-course,
foamingly, Keep his heart pure and uncontaminate, Dark with its mountain spoils, Till at the written hour he should be With bare feet pressing the wet sand, found
There wanders Thalaba, Fit servant of the Lord, without a spot. The rushing flow, the flowing roai,
Filling his yielded faculties;
A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy.
Gleaming o'er yellow sands? *Is the morn fair, and doth the freshening
Beneath the lofty bank reclined, • breeze
With idle eye he views its little waves, Flow with cool current o'er his cheek? | Quietly listening to the quiet flow; Lo! underneath the broad-leaved syca- while in the Creathin
While, in the breathings of the stirring more
The tall canes bend above.
Floating like streamers on the wind
Their lank uplifted leaves.
Now licks his listless hand;
Nor rich, nor poor, was Moath; God had
[tent. Courting the wonted caress.
Enough, and blest him with a mind con
No hoarded gold disquieted his dreams;
Comes he in darkness and storms? And home-birds, grouping at Oneiza's
And goats that, morn and eve,
hand. Streams adown the roof,
Dear child ! the tent beneath whose shade When the door-curtain hangs in heavier they dwelt folds,
It was her work ; and she had twined When the outstrained tent flags loosely, His girdle's many hues; Within there is the embers' cheerful glow, And he had seen his robe The sound of the familiar voice,
Grow in Oneiza's loom. The song that lightens toil, -- How often, with a memory-mingled joy Domestic peace and comfort are within. Which made her mother live before his Under the common shelter, on dry sand,
sight, The quiet camels ruminate their food; He watched her nimble fingers thread the From Moath falls the lengthening cord, woof!
[toiled, As patiently the old man
Or at the hand-mill, when she knelt and Entwines the strong palm-fibres; by the Toast the thin cake on spreading palm, hearth
Or fized it on the glowing oven's side The damsel shakes the coffee-grains, With bare wet arm, and safe dexterity.
That with warm fragrance fill the tent;
The tamarind from the dew Shapes the green basket, haply at his Sheathcs its young fruit, yet green. "feet
Before their tent the mat is spread, Her favourite kidling gnaws the twig, The old man's awful voice Forgi en plunderer, for Oneiza's sake! Intone the holy book,