Pendent above from dripping crag her brow Veil'd from the fiery sunbeam, gems of spray Gleam'd cool around with watery rainbow light, From a pure streamlet down its rocky bed Dashing sweet music; she on mossy couch Sate listening the blithe thrush, whose airy notes In amorous contention Echo caught
Responsive. Sudden droop'd its flagging wing The timorous bird of song, and fluttering sought Soft refuge in the maiden's snowy breast. She, o'er the nestling prisoner folding light Her careless vest, stood gazing, where awhile, Dark in the sun-cloud's white, came fiercely down A swooping falcon: at her sight it check'd Its keen eye bright with joy, the' admiring bird Fearfully beauteous floated in the air,
Its silver wings and glossy plumage gray Glanced in the sunlight. Up the maiden gazed, Smiling a pale and terrified delight,
And seem'd for that loved warbler in her breast Beseeching mercy. Mid the green wood sank The' obedient bird; she, joyous at his flight, Her bosom half reveal'd, with gentle hand Caressing smooth'd her captive's ruffled plumes. Anon around a frighted thankful look
Glancing, what seem'd a human shape she saw, Or more than human; stately on his arm The falcon sate, and proudly flapped his wings. She turned to fly, yet fled not, turned to gaze, Yet dared not raise her downcast eye; she felt Her warm cheek, why she knew not, blush, her
Unconscious closer drew her bosom's fold. With accent mild the stranger brief delay
Entreated; she, albeit his gentle words Fell indistinct on her alarmed ear, Listening delay'd, and still at fall of eve Delay'd, e'en then with dim reverted eye, Slow lingering on her winding homeward path. No more in pomp of war, or vaulting steed, Joyeth the son of Vortigern, nor feast With jocund harpings and rich jewel'd dames, Outshining in their pride the starry heavens.
As fair the spring flowers bloom, as graceful droops
The wild ash spray, as sweet the mountain bee Murmurs, melodious breathes the twilight grove, Unheard of her, unheeded, who erewhile Visited, constant as the morning dew, Those playmates and sweet sisters of her soul. In one sole image sees the' enamour'd maid Concentrated all qualities of love,
All beauty, grace, and majesty. The step Of tall stag prancing stately down the glen, The keen bright fierceness of the eagle's glance, And airy gentleness of timorous roe,
And, more than all, a voice more soothing soft Than wild bird's carol, or the murmuring brook, With eloquence endued and melting words
So wondrous; though unheard since eve, the sounds Come mingling with her midnight sleep, and make The damask of her slumbering cheek grow warm.
COME, painter, learn of me to trace The fairest form, the sweetest face: The Muses' rapture shall inspire Thy hues of flame, thy tints of fire, Her pencil aid the pictured strife, And touch the likeness into life. Come, painter, come; and, as I sing, Thy pallet spread, thy colours bring, One spangled, rich, refulgent sky, Whose stars in lucid order lie. Here the sweet blush, of Phosphor born, To light the pearly path of morn; There the mild radiance of the west, That beams on Hesper's dewy breast; And see the mingled splendours roll! See Beauty's sun illumes the whole!
Light would you lay your colours on, From Cypria's softest, fairest swan The bosom-down be thine to take; Of this a plumy pencil make. Or would thy fearful hand prefer The summer cloud or gossamer, Thence let the silver lustres flow, Soft as the fleecy feathery snow. Now full the outline draw and fair, And wind the wave of beauty there. Give the free limbs a rounded grace, And sketch, with caution sketch the face. Here spread the front serene and high,
And plant a star in either eye.
A rainbow draw; and arch it now, Fair as Heaven's own auspicious bow. Two rainbow arches, rising high Above the star in either eye.
Now orb the sweetly circling cheek Where dimples dwell and blushes break: That cheek, whose garden of delight From summer steals her shade and light, As in the rose's strength of flower The lily loses half her power. But give the lips thy richest red: There the ripe peach's purple spread, Of melting grace:-those buds of bliss, Where Love lies laughing in a kiss: And let those ruby buds disclose Of purest pearl two peeping rows. Thus smile the silver blossoms seen Two scarlet strawberries between.
Now let the dancing tresses play, Like the sweet leaves that fan the May: And as in frolic sport they flow, To shade the ivory neck below, Let zephyr kiss the locks aside, That brighten beauties they would hide. No:-he's too fond: his touch is rude, Nor let the' officious boy intrude.
Now, painter, all thy genius try,
Thy boldest pencil I defy.
The bosom :-draw it if thou dare:
Paint heaven, for heaven is painted there. Yet, ah! rash youth, thy hand restrain!
Vain were the' attempt, the thought were vain; For shouldst thou but in fancy stray O'er that celestial milky way,
The Cretan's fortune thou shalt prove, Lost in a whelming sea of love.
Then to the mien, the form, the face, Add Beauty's finish'd lustre, grace: That charm unnamed, as undefined, That moral magic of the mind, Which virtue only can express, That known, that unknown happiness. Ethereal essence! breath of love! That spell, that spirit from above; That subtle, fine, pervading sense; That gifted, high intelligence; That vital sunbeam of the soul,
Found by Prometheus, felt, and stole; That touch which gives the likeness true, And see! Trefusis stands in view.
THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA.
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light! You common people of the skies! What are you when the sun shall rise?
You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your voices understood
By your weak accents! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ?
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