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Green-haired goddess! refresh me; and hark! as they hurry or linger, [sical murmurs. Fill the pause of my harp, or sustain it with muInto my being thou murmurest joy, and tenderest sadness

Shedd'st thou, like dew, on my heart, till the joy and the heavenly sadness

Pour themselves forth from my heart in tears, and the hymn of thanksgiving.

Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,

[the rejoicer! Sister thou of the stars, and beloved by the sun, Guardian and friend of the moon, O Earth, whom the comets forget not,

Yea, in the measureless distance wheel round and again they behold thee! [of creation?) Fadeless and young (and what if the latest birth Bride and consort of Heaven, that looks down upon thee enamoured! [goddess, Say, mysterious Earth! O say, great mother and Was it not well with thee then, when first thy lap was ungirdled,

Thy lap to the genial Heaven, the day that he wooed thee and won thee!

Fair was thy blush, the fairest and first of the

blushes of morning!

[self-retention: Deep was the shudder, O Earth! the throe of thy Inly thou strovest to flee, and didst seek thyself at [and forthwith Mightier far was the joy of thy sudden resilience;

thy centre !

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Myriad myriads of lives teemed forth from the mighty embracement.

Thousand-fold tribes of dwellers, impelled by thousand-fold instincts,

Filled, as a dream, the wide waters; the rivers sang on their channels;

Laughed on their shores the hoarse seas; the yearning ocean swelled upward;

Young life lowed through the meadows, the woods, and the echoing mountains,

Wandered bleating in valleys, and warbled on blossoming branches,

WRITTEN DURING A TEMPORARY BLINDNESS,

IN THE YEAR 1799.

O, WHAT a life is the eye! what a strange and inscrutable essence!

[warms him; Him, that is utterly blind, nor glimpses the fire that Him that never beheld the swelling breast of his [in its slumber;

mother;

prison!

Him that smiled in his gladness as a babe that smiles Even for him it exists! It moves and stirs in its [murmurs: Lives with a separate life: and-"Is it a spirit ?" he "Sure, it has thoughts of its own, and to see is only a language!"

MAHOMET.

UTTER the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed,

Prophet and priest, who scatter'd abroad both evil and blessing;

Huge wasteful empires founded and hallow'd slow persecution,

Soul-withering, but crush'd the blasphemous rites of the pagan

And idolatrous christians.-For veiling the gospel of

Jesus,

They, the best corrupting, had made it worse than

the vilest.

Wherefore heaven decreed th' enthusiast warrior of Mecca,

Choosing good from iniquity rather than evil from goodness.

Loud the tumult in Mecca surrounding the fane of the idol ;

Naked and prostrate the priesthood were laid-the people with mad shouts

Thundering now, and now with saddest ululation Flew, as over the channel of rock-stone the ruinous

river

Shatters its waters abreast, and in mazy uproar be

wilder'd,

Rushes dividuous all-all rushing impetuous onward.

CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES.

Hear, my beloved, an old Milesian story !—
High, and embosom'd in congregated laurels,
Glimmer'd a temple upon a breezy headland;
In the dim distance amid the skiey billows
Rose a fair island; the god of flocks had plac'd it.
From the far shores of the bleak resounding island
Oft by the moonlight a little boat came floating;
Came to the sea-cave beneath the breezy headland,
Where amid myrtles a pathway stole in mazes
Up to the groves of the high embosom'd temple.
There in a thicket of dedicated roses,

Oft did a priestess, as lovely as a vision,
Pouring her soul to the son of Cytherea,
Pray him to hover around the slight canoe-boat,
And with invisible pilotage to guide it
Over the dusk wave, until the mighty sailor
Shivering with ecstasy sank upon her bosom.

DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE,

THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE.

A SOLILOQUY.

UNCHANGED Within to see all changed without
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' wanings should'st thou fret?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,

Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light
In selfish forethought of neglect and slight.
O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed,
While, and on whom, thou may'st-shine on!
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy radiance or absorb it quite :

nor

[heed

And though thou notest from thy safe recess
Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they are; nor love them less,
Because to thee they are not what they were.

PHANTOM OR FACT.

A DIALOGUE IN VERSE.

AUTHOR.

A LOVELY form there sate beside my bed,
And such a feeding calm its presence shed,
A tender love so pure from earthly leaven
That I unnethe the fancy might control,
Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven,
Wooing its gentle way into my soul!

But ah! the change—It had not stirr'd, and yet—
Alas! that change how fain would I forget!
That shrinking back, like one that had mistook!
That weary, wandering, disavowing look!
'Twas all another, feature, look, and frame,
And still, methought, I knew, it was the same!

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