IX. We pant, we thirst for fountains That gush not here below; On, on we toil, allured by dreams Of the living water's flow: X. We pine for kindred natures, For communings more full and high Than aught by mortal known: XI. We strive with brief aspirings Yet summoned to be free at last, We shrink-and clasp our chain! XII. And fearfully and mournfully We bid the earth farewell, Tho' passing from its mists, like thee, In a brighter world to dwell. THE CURTIUS AND THE RUSSELL. BY BERNARD BARTON, ESQ. I. IN the proud Forum's central space II. Young CURTIUS on his war-horse sprung, In all the circling crowd: He gave his noble steed the rein! Earth's closing gulf entombed the twain! III. Grant that the deed, if ever done, Was chivalrous, and bold; A loftier, and a nobler one OUR history can unfold: Nor shall our Heroine, meekly calm, To Rome's proud Hero yield the palm. IV. THE RUSSELL stood beside her lord She stood there in the darkest hour V. No stern oracular behest Her gentle courage gave; DUTY, alone, her Delphic shrine, The only praise she sought DIVINE! VI. She sate at Guilt's tribunal bar In Virtue's noblest guise; Like a sweet, brightly shining star In night's o'erclouded skies : Still, in that scene of hopeless strife, Southampton's daughter, Russell's wife! VII. Fearless in love, in goodness great, She rose-her lord to aid; And well might he entrust his fate Asking, with fond and grateful pride, VIII. Her's was no briefly-daring mood, The gentle courage of the good More lasting worth can plead ; And her's made bright in after years IX. Woman of meek, yet fearless soul ! LOVE. BY JOHN MALCOLM, ESQ. I. WHEN tranced in Beauty's witching smile, That sweetly soothes but to betray, Let not the soft enchantment wile Thy heart away. II. For love is oft a fatal spell— A garland of the cypress tree, Or weeping willow-wreath may well III. Its emblem be. An April day of sun and shower, The glow-the chill of hopes and fears; An ague of the heart-a flower That blooms in tears. |