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And hear the waters roar;
Then burst upon the shore.
And eye the distant vale;
And bend before the gale.
And hear the tinkling sound
Then swell in echoes round.
I love to range the valleys too,
Which rear their heads on high,
And overhead the sky.
I love to see, at close of day,
While rolling down the west;
In purple robes is dress'd.
To cast a glance around,
And see ten thousand worlds of light
O'er the vast vault profound.
Up to the shining height,
And charm the ravish'd sight.
And reach my native plain,
Yes, Music hath the key of Memory;
MYSTERIOUS keeper of the key, That opes the gates to Memory, Oft in the wildest simplest strain, We live o'er years of bliss again! The sun-bright hopes of early Youth, Love-in its first deep hour of truth And dreams of Life's delightful morn, Are on thy seraph-pinions borne! To the Enthusiast's heart thy tone Breathes of the lost and lovely one; And calls back moments-brief as dearWhen last 't was wafted on his ear!
The exile listens to the song
A. A. WATTS.
THE LAST TEAR. She had done weeping, but her eyelash yet Lay silken heavy on her lilied cheek, And on its fringe a tear, like a lone star Shining upon the rich and hyacinth skirts O'the western cloud that veils the April even. The veil rose up, and with it rose the star, Glittering above the gleam of tender blue, That widen'd as the shower clears off from heaven. Her beauty woke,-a sudden beam of soul Flash'd from her eye, and lit the vestal's cheek Into one crimson, and exhaled the tear.
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. WHITE bud! that in meek beauty so dost lean,
The cloister'd cheek as pale as moonlight snow, Thou seem'st beneath thy huge, high leaf of green,
An Eremite beneath his mountain's brow.
White bud! thou’rt emblem of a lovelier thing,
The broken spirit that its anguish bears
MY NATIVE VALE.
DEAR is my little native vale,
In orange groves and myrtle bowers,
The shepherd's horn at break of day,
AFTER THE DRAWING-ROOM.
right this spring:
I heard a lady to a lord complaining of the crowd,
they 're allow'd!"
did sell cheese; Since brother made a noble match, I'll go there when
And I was ornamented too, nobody look'd so fine,
like mine; I'm sure I had more colours on, than anybody there, Green, red, and yellow mingled, and blue feathers in
Then some one came and took my train, and spread
it out behind, Just as a peacock spreads his tail; I thought it very
kind : And seeing 't was a nice young man, dress’d out in
gold and blue, I said, “ I thank you kindly, sir-I'd do as much for
They led me to his majesty –I thought I would have
dropp'd, He held his hand out friendly like, and kiss'd me
when I stoppd;