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Sweet as the cloisterd virgin's vesper hymn,
She drew back,
Nay,» Theodore replied,
Soon be that work perform'd!» the Maid exclaim'd :
« O earliest friend!
They met: what joy was theirs
Rose bolder up, in part abrupt and bare,
The distant dawning of eternal day,
Survey this scene!»
« Even such, so bless u,
That strew the thorny path of life with flowers!
Blasts like the pestilence; and Poverty,
Such,» the blessed spirit replied,
aye, when one good deed is register'a
Note 1, page 79, col. 1.
Erudit at placide hamanam per somnia mentom,
Note 2, page 79, col. 1.
And all things are that seem. I have met with a singular tale to illustrate this spiritual theory of dreams :-Guntrum, king of the Franks, was liberal to the poor, and he himself experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality. One day as he was hunting in a forest he was separated from his companions, and arrived at a little stream of water with only one comrade. Here he found himself oppressed by drowsiness, and reclining his head upon the servant's lap went 10 sleep. The servant saw a little beast creep out of the mouth of his sleeping master, and go immediately to the streamlet, which it vainly attempted to cross; he drew his sword and Jaid it across the water, over which the little beast past and crept into a hole of a mountain on the opposite side; from whence it made its appearance again in an hour, and returned by the same means into the king's mouth. The king then awakened, and told his companion he had dreamt that he was arrived upon the bank of an immense river, which he had crossed by a bridge of iron, and from thence came to a mountain in which a great quantity of gold was concealed. The servant then related what he had behel:), and they both went to examine the mountain, where upon digging they discovered an immense weight of gold.-I stumbled upon this tale in a book entitled Spainx, Theo
logico-Philosophica. Autore Johanne Hied feldio, Ec- the circumstance which occasioned it. Facilius elephas clesiaste Ebersbachiano. 1621.
per foramen acus, is among the Hebrew adages colThe same story is in Matthew of Westminster; it is lected by Drusius ; the same metaphor is found in two added that Guntrum applied the treasures thus found other Jewish proverbs, and this appears to determine to pious uses. For the truth of this theory there is the the signification of xanhos, Mati. xix, 24. evidence of a monkish miracle. When Thurcillus was
Note 6, page 82, col. 2. about to follow St Julian and visit the world of souls, his
Large draughts of molten gold, guide said to him, «Let thy body rest in the bed, for thy
The same idea, and almost the same words, are in spirit only is about to depart with me; and lest the body one of Ford's plays. The passage is a very fine one: should appear dead, I will send into it a vital breath.»
There is a place, The body, however, by a strange sympathy, was
(List, daughter!) in a black and hollow vault, affected like the spirit; for when the foul and fetid Where day is never seen; there shines no sun, smoke which arose from the tithes withheld on earth But flaming horror of consuming fires ;
A lightless sulphur, choak'd with smoaky fogo had nearly suffocated Thurcillus, and made him couch
Of an infected darkness. To this place twice, those who were near his body said that it
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts coughed twice about the same time.- Matthew Paris. Of never-dying deaths: there damned souls Note 3, page 81, col, 1.
Roar without pity, there are gluttons fod
With toads and adders: there is burning oil
Pour'd down the drunkard's throat, the usurer
Is forced to sup whole drughts of molien gold;
There is the murderer for ever stabbid,
Yet be can never die; there lies the wanton
On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul These lines strongly resemble a passage in the Pha He seels the torment of his raging lust. ronnida of Williain Chamberlayne, who has told an
'T' is pity she's a Whore. interesting story in uncouth rhymes, and mingled subli I wrote this passage wlien very young, and the idea, mity of thought and beauty of expression with the trite as it is, was new to me. It occurs I believe in quaintest conceits, and most awkward inversions. most descriptions of hell, and perhaps owes its origin On a rock more high
to the fate of Crassus. Than Nature's common surface, sbe beholds
Note 7, page 84, col. 2.
Titus was here.
During the siege of Jerusalem, «the Roman comA perfect circle was its form ; but what
mander, with a generous clemency, that inseparable Its matter was, for us to wonder at,
attendant on true heroism, laboured incessantly, and to Is undiscover'd left. A tower ibere stand, At erery angle, where Time's fatal bands
the very last moment, to preserve the place. With this The impartial Parcæ dwell; i' the first sbe sees
view, he again and again intreated the tyrants to surClotho the kindest of the Destinies,
render and save their lives. With the same view also, From immaterial essences to cull
after carrying the second wall, the siege was interThe seeds of life, and of them frame the wool For Lachesis to spin ; about her fie
mitted four days: to rouse their fears, prisoners to the Myriads of souls, that yet want flesh to lie
number of five hundred or more, were crucified daily Warm'd with their functions in, whose strength bestows
before the walls; till space, Josephus says, was wantThat power by which man ripe for misery grows.
ing for the crosses, and crosses for the captives.» Her next of objects was that glorious tower
Churton's Bampton Lectures.
If any of my readers should enquire why Titus of life in several lengths ; to weary beds
Vespasian, the delight of mankind, is placed in such Of age extending some, whilst others in
a situation - I answer, for this instance of « his
geneTheir infancy are broke: some bluckt in sin,
cy, that inseparable attendant on true heOthers, the favourites of Heaven, from whence Their origin, candid with innocence;
roism ! » Some purpled in afflictions, others dyed
Note 8, page 86, col. 2.
Inhaled the cool deligbt.
In the cabinet of the Alhambra where the queen used No thread was wholly free from. Next to this
to dress and say her prayers, and which is still an enFair glorious tower, was placed ibat black abyss
chanting sight, there is a slab of inarble full of small Of dreadful Atropos, the haleful seat of death and horroor, in each room repleat
holes, through which perfumes exhaled that were kept With lazy damps, loud groaps, and the sad siglit
constantly burning beneath. The doors and windows Of pale grim ghosts, those terrours of the nigby
are disposed so as to afford the most agreeable proTo this, the last stage that the winding clew
spects, and to throw a soft yet lively light upon the of life can lead mortality unto, Fear was the dreadful porter, which let in
eyes. Fresh currents of air too renew every instant All guests sent thither by destructive sin.
the delicious coolness of this apartment.--Fron the It is possible that I may have written from the re- sketch of the History of the Spanish Moors, prefixed collection of this passage. The conceit is the same, to Florian's Gonsalvo of Cordova. and I willingly attribute it 10 Chamberlayne, a poct to
9, page 87, col. 1. whom I am indebted for many hours of delight.
The snow-drop bung its head.
The grave matron does not perceive how time has
impaired her charms, but decks her faded bosom with I had originally written cable instead of camel. The the same snow-drop that seems to grow on the breast alteration would not be worth noticing were it not for of the virgin.-P. H.
Thalaba the Destroyer.
A RHYTHMICAL ROMANCE.
Ποιηματων ακρατης η ελευθερια, και νομος εις, το δοξαν τω ποιητη.
LUCIAN, Quomodo Hist, Scribenda.
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven :
Rolls through the dark blue depths,
Beneath her steady ray
The desert-circle spreads,
How beautiful is night!
Who at this untimely hour
No station is in view,
The mother and her child,
They at this untimely hour
In the continuation of the Arabian Tales, the Domdaniel is mentioned; a Seminary for evil Magicians, under the Roots of the Sea. From this seed the present komance has grown. Let me not be supposed to prefer the rhythm in which it is written, abstractedly considered, to the regular blank verse; the noblest measure, in my judgment, of which our admirable language is capable. For the following Poem I have preferred it, because it suits the varied subject; it is the Arabesque ornament of an Arabian tale.
The dramatic sketches of Dr Sayers, a volume which no lover of poetry will recollect without pleasure, induced
me, when a young versifier, to practise in this rhythm. I felt that while it
poet a wider range of expression, it satisfied the ear of the reader. It were easy to make a parade of learning, by enumerating the various feet which it admits; it is only needful to observe, that no two lines are employed in sequence which can be read into one. Two six-syllable lines, it will perhaps be answered, compose an Alexandrine : the truth is, that the Alexandrine, when harmonious, is composed of two six-syllable lines.
One advantage this metre assuredly possesses,... the dullest reader cannot discort it into discord: he may read it prosaically, but its flow and fall will still be perceptible. Verse is not enough favoured by the English reader : perhaps this is owing to the obtrusiveness, the regular Jews’-harp twing-twang, of what has been foolishıly called heroic measure. I do not wish the
improvisatoré tune;. . but something that denotes the | sense of harmony, something like the accent of feeling..
like the tone which every Poet necessarily gives to Poetry.
Cintra, October, 1800.
Worse and worse, young Orpbane, be thy payne,
Faery Queen, B. a, Can.).
No tear reliev'd the burthen of her heart; Stunn'd with the heavy woe, she felt like one Half-waken'd from a midnight dream of blood.
But sometimes when the boy
Would wet her hand with tears, And, looking up to her fix'd countenance, Sob out the oame of MOTHER, then did she
Ulter a feeble groan,
He gave, lie takes away!3
I. How beautiful is night! A dewy fresbness fills the silent air,
She cast her eyes around,
Famine and Thirst were there .. And then the wretched Mother bowed her head,
And wept upon her child.
V. « Good is he?» cried the boy, Why are my brethren and my sisters slain ?
Why is my father kill'd ?
Unwelcom'd turn away?
« O God, forgive my child !
He knows not what he says ! Thou know'st I did not teach him thoughts like these :
O Prophel, pardon him!»
And tears reliev'd her heart.
« Allah, thy will be done!
I groan, but murmur not.
Why in thy mercy thou hast stricken me!
My heart believes and feels!»
She rais'd hier head, and saw
Amid a grove embower'd
Trees of such ancient majesty
Fabric so vast, so lavishly enrich'd,
Rais'd the slave race of man,
Nor old Persepolis,
Hymnd Eleutherian Jove.
And ray'd with feeble light,
Here on the golden lowers
The yellow moon-beam lay,
Less wonderous pile and less magnificent
Seald with one stope the ample edilice, And made its colours, like the serpent's skin, Play with a changeful beauty: him, its Lord,
Jealous lest after effort might surpass The now unequall'd palace, from its height
Daslid on the pavement down.
His brow in manly frowns was knit,
With manly thoughts his heart was full. « Tell me who slew my father?» cried the boy.
Zeinab replied and said, « 1 kuew not that there liv'd thy father's foe.
The blessings of the poor for him
Went daily up to Heaven, In distant lands the traveller told his praise;..
I did not think there livd
IX. « But I will hunt him through the earth !>>
Young Thalaba exclaim'd. « Already I can bend my father's bow,
Soon will my arm have strength To drive the arrow.feathers to his lieart.»
Wondering they went along.
Beneath a tall mimosa's shade,
They saw a man reclin'd.
The morning glow of health,
Nie slept, but at the sound
« Forgive us,» Zeinab cried,
« Distress hath made us bold.
X. Zeinab replied, « 0 Thalaba, my child,
Thou lookest on to distant days, And we are in tlie desert, far from men!»
Had leisure for the thought.
Beside the bending sands;
And rested like a dome
« It is a human voice!
How many an aye hath past
I thank thee, O my God.