Lend to thy brow their sullen dye!1 How should thy pure and peaceful eye Untroubled view our scenes below, Or how a tearless beam supply

To light a world of war and wo!

Fair Queen! I will not blame thee now,
As once by Greta's fairy side;
Each little cloud that dimm'd thy brow
Did then an angel's beauty hide.

And of the shades I then could chide,
Still are the thoughts to memory dear,
For, while a softer strain I tried,

They hid my blush, and calm'd my fear.

Then did I swear thy ray serene
Was form'd to light some lonely dell,
By two fond lovers only seen,
Reflected from the crystal well,
Or sleeping on their mossy cell,

Or quivering on the lattice bright,

Or glancing on their couch, to tell

How swiftly wanes the summer night!

without any extraordinary effort, here are pleasing thoughts, polished expressions, and musical versification."-Monthly Review.]

1 [MS.--"Are tarnishing thy lovely dye!

A sad excuse let Fancy try

How should so kind a planet show
Her stainless silver's lustre high,

To light a world of war and wo!"]

XXXIV.

He starts-a step at this lone hour!
A voice-his father seeks the tower,
With haggard look and troubled sense,
Fresh from his dreadful conference.
“Wilfrid !—what, not to sleep address'd?
Thou hast no cares to chase thy rest.
Mortham has fall'n on Marston-moor; 1
Bertram brings warrant to secure
His treasures, bought by spoil and blood,
For the state's use and public good.
The menials will thy voice obey;
Let his commission have its way,2
In every point, in every word."-
Then, in a whisper,-"Take thy sword!
Bertram is-what I must not tell.
I hear his hasty step-farewell!" 8

1 [MS." Here's Risingham brings tidings sure, Mortham has fallen on Marston Moor;

And he hath warrant to secure," &c.]

2 [MS." See that they give his warrant way."}

8 ["We cannot close the first Canto without bestowing the highest praise on it. The whole design of the picture is excellent; and the contrast presented to the gloomy and fearful opening by the calm and innocent conclusion, is masterly. Never were two characters more clearly and forcibly set in opposition than those of Bertram and Wilfrid. Oswald completes the group; and, for the moral purposes of the painter, is perhaps superior to the others. He is admirably designed That middle course to steer

To cowardice and craft so dear.'"

Monthly Review.]

ROKEBY.

CANTO SECOND.

ROKEBY.

CANTO SECOND.

I.

FAR in the chambers of the west,
The gale had sigh'd itself to rest;
The moon was cloudless now and clear,
But pale, and soon to disappear.
The thin grey clouds wax dimly light
On Brusleton and Houghton height;
And the rich dale, that eastward lay,
Waited the wakening touch of day,
To give its woods and cultured plain,
And towers and spires, to light again.
But, westward, Stanmore's shapeless swell,
And Lunedale wild, and Kelton-fell,
And rock-begirdled Gilmanscar,
And Arkingarth, lay dark afar;
While, as a livelier twilight falls,
Emerge proud Barnard's banner'd walls.
High crown'd he sits, in dawning pale,
The sovereign of the lovely vale.