Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung, So far was heard the mighty knell, By wintry famine roused, from all the tract Branch out stupendous— Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave! On ample pinion That the Theban eagles bear, Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eyes, small head and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, strait legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide; 1 Marmion, c. ii, * Thomson. 3 Gray. Look what a horse should have he did not lack, His nostrils drink the air: Sometimes he trots, as if he told the steps Sometimes he scuds far off, and there he stares, And where he run or fly they know not whither; For through his mane and tail the high wind sings, Fanning the hairs which heave like feather'd strings.2 They stop-they start-they snuff the air,- Then plunging back with sudden bound, They snort-they foam-neigh-swerve asideAnd backward to the forest fly, By instinct, from a human eye They left me there, to my despair. 3 "Stand! Bayard, stand!"—the steed obeyed, With arching neck and bended head, And glancing eye, and quivering ear, As if he loved his lord to hear.1 When autumn smiles, all beauteous in decay, And paints each chequer'd grove with various hues, His nose in air erect; from ridge to ridge Panting he bounds, his quarter'd ground divides 1 Shakspeare (Venus and Adonis, 295.). 3 Mazeppa. 2 Id. Lady of the Lake. In equal intervals, nor careless leaves One inch untry'd. At length the tainted gales But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew, He knew his lord; he knew, and strove to meet, Stole, unperceiv'd :—he turn'd his head, and dry'd His bulk and beauty speak no common praise, 1 Somerville. 2 Byron. "Mighty" in the text. Some care his age deserves." Oh! had you seen him, vig'rous, bold, and young, Him no fell savage on the plain withstood; Never forget the poor African servant-(I disdain to call him slave)—who, when the alternative presented itself whether he, or his master's children, should be taken into the boat (a case of shipwreck) and saved," Very well, give my duty to my master, and tell him I beg pardon for all my faults;" -then placed the children safely in the boat, and plunged into Eternity. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, (Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild, angelic air The rapture of repose that's there The fix'd, yet tender, traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, 1 Odyssey, xvii. (Pope's Translation). U And-but for that sad, shrouded eye, That fires not-wins not- -weeps not—now, We still might doubt the tyrant's power; He reach'd his turret door-he paus'd—no sound His steps the chamber gain-his eyes behold fix'd his look, And set the anxious frame that lately shook. He gazed how long we gaze-despite of pain, And know, but dare not own, we gaze in vain! In life itself she was so still and fair, That death, with gentler aspect, wither'd there; And the cold flowers her colder hand contain❜d, In that last grasp as tenderly were strain'd As if she scarcely felt, but feign'd a sleep, And made it almost mockery yet to weep: The long, dark lashes fringed her lids of snow, And veil'd—thought shrinks from all that lurk'd belowOh! o'er the eye death most exerts his might, And hurls the spirit from its throne of light! Sinks those blue orbs in that long, last eclipse, But spares, as yet, the charm around her lips; Yet, yet they seem as they forbore to smile, And sought repose-but only for a while; 1 The Giaour. |