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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
Its wonders : from a deep black heavy

cloud,
What shall I say? A shoot, a trunk, an

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

will, forms

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

works.

plied

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.
Breaks the serene of heaven :
In full orbed glory yonder moon

divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths :
Beneath her steady ray

AN EASTERN EVENING.
The desert-circle spreads,
Like the round ocean, girdled with the EVENING comes on : arising from the
sky.

stream, How beautiful is night! Homeward the tall flamingo wings his

flight; And where he sails athwart the setting

beam,

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.
It springs at once, with sudden leap,
Down from the immeasurable steep;
From rock to rock, with shivering force i

rebounding,
The mighty cataract rushes : heaven

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

gone round,

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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.

earth?

gaze

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
But all is silence dread,

Whereon the Wood-nymphs lay
Silence profound and dead, Their languid limbs in summer's sultry
The everlasting stillness of the deep.

hours.
Through many a solitary street,

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.

ing head.
And now his feet attain that royal
fane

And aborets of jointed stone were

there, Where Baly held of old his awful

And plants of fibres fine, as silkworm's reign.

thread;

[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

purple hue,

Like streamers wide out-flowing. sons seen ;

And whatsoe'er the depths of Ocean A place of Paradise, where each device

hide

[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,

festival
Surveyed' those peerless gardens in
their prime;

Repairing, they, in emulous array,
Nor ever did the Lord of Light,

Their charms display,
Who circles Earth and Heaven upon

To grace the banquet, and the solemn his way,

[sight

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

DESERT. delight.

Thalaba. It was a Garden still beyond all It was the wisdom and the will price,

Heaven,
Even yet it was a place of Para- That, in a lonely tent, had cast
dise :

The lot of Thalaba.

given

There might his soul develope best Or when the winter torrent rolls
Its strengthening energies ;

Down the deep-channelled rain-course,
There might he from the world

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.
Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fled Or lingers it a vernal brook
In that beloved solitude !

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

gale,
With lids half-closed he lies,

The tall canes bend above.
Dreaming of days to come.

Floating like streamers on the wind
His dog beside him, in mute blandish-

Their lank uplifted leaves.
ment,

Now licks his listless hand;
Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye,

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;
Or comes the father of the rains But ever round his station he beheld
From his caves in the uttermost west, Camels that knew his voice,

Comes he in darkness and storms? And home-birds, grouping at Oneiza's
When the blast is loud,
When the waters fill

And goats that, morn and eve,
The traveller's tread in the sands, Came with full udders to the damsel's
When the pouring shower

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;
And while, with dexterous fingers, 'Tis the cool evening hour :
Thalaba

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,

call,

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