He starts, he wakes to woe- Silent the wanderer sat-but on his cheek The burning glow, far more than words might speak ; Tell him who sent thee hither, thou hast seen Marius the exile rest where Carthage once hath been!' Constable's Edinburgh Magazine. LOVE'S LAST WORDS. LIGHT be around thee, hope be thy guide; Bright be the hearth, may the eyes you love best Be thy life like glad music which floateth away But yet while thy moments in melody roll, Be the song of the evening thrice sad on thine ear— And yet let the shadow of sorrowing be L. E. L. ERATO, FROM A PAINTING BY J. STOTHARD. GENTLEST one, I bow to thee, Sweet ERATO, thou whose chords Than a flower-linked wreath of thine: The young Bard breathes; and also thine Those old memories divine, Fables Grecian poets sung When on Beauty's lips they hung, Till the essenced song became Like that kiss, half dew, half flame. Thine, too, other gifts above, COMPARISON. L. E. L. BY MRS. JOHN HUNTER. I SAW the wild rose on its parent thorn, Half-closed, soft blushing through the glittering dew, Wave in the breeze and scent the breath of morn, Lelia, the lovely flower resembled you. Scarce had it spread to meet the orb of day, Its fragrant beauties opening to the view, When ruffian blasts had whirled the rose away; Lelia, alas! it still resembles you. So torn by wild and lawless Passion's force THE CAVES OF YORKSHIRE. BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, ESQ. I. PURE element of waters, wheresoe'er Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, And, through the sunny portion of the year, Of central earth, where tortured spirits pine For grace and goodness lost, thy murmurs melt Their anguish, and they blend sweet songs with thine! II. MALHAM COVE. Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, When giants scooped from out the rocky ground Tier under tier this semicerque profound. Giants the same who built in Erin's Isle That Causeway with incomparable toil! Oh! had the Crescent stretched its horns, and wound, With finished sweep, into a perfect round, No mightier work had gained the plausive smile Of all-beholding Phoebus! but, alas! Vain earth! false world! Foundations must be laid In heaven; for, 'mid the wreck of is and wAS, Things incomplete, and purposes betrayed, III. GORDALE. At early dawn, or when the warmer air Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy eve At either moment let thy feet repair To Gordale chasm, terrific as the lair Where the young lion's couch; for then, by leave And mineral crown, beside his jagged urn Recumbent !-Him thou may'st behold, who hides Teaching the docile waters how to turn; Or if need be, impediment to spurn, And force their passage toward the salt sea tides. Blackwood's Magazine. FRAGMENT. LOVE once dwelt in a palmy isle, Whose guardian was a dark-eyed Maid. They lived in sweet companionship: To watch his chain, to keep it light. But once the Nymph lay down to sleep, L. E. L. |