May the flames of destruction that here he has spread Be tenfold return'd on his murderous head! 'THE SUN GOES DOWN IN THE DARK BLUE MAIN' 'Irreparabile tempus.' - VIRGIL. THE sun goes down in the dark blue main, The moon goes down on the calm still night, The blossoms depart in the wintry hour, But oh! what charm can restore the flower AH! yes, the lip may faintly smile, That glance, that smile of passing light, Its tints are sad and coldly pale, The moon-beams sink in dark-rob'd shades, And double night returns, to shroud 'THOU CAMEST TO THY BOWER, MY LOVE, ACROSS THE MUSKY GROVE' 'Virgo egregia forma.' — TERENCE. THOU camest to thy bower, my love, across the musky grove, To fan thy blooming charms within the coolness of the shade; Thy locks were like a midnight cloud with silver moon-beams wove,? And o'er thy face the varying tints of youthful passion play'd. Thy breath was like the sandal-wood that casts a rich perfume, Thy blue eyes mock'd the lotos in the noon-day of his bloom; Thy cheeks were like the beamy flush that gilds the breaking day, And in th' ambrosia of thy smiles the god of rapture lay.3 Fair as the cairba-stone art thou, that stone of dazzling white,+ Ere yet unholy fingers chang'd its milk-white hue to night; And lovelier than the loveliest glance from Even's placid star, And brighter than the sea of gold," the gorgeous Himsagar. In high Mohammed's boundless heaven Al Cawthor's stream may play, The fount of youth may sparkling gush be neath the western ray;6 And Tasnim's wave in chrystal cups may glow with musk and wine, But oh their lustre could not match one beauteous tear of thine! 4 Vide Sale's Koran. See Sir William Jones on Eastern Plants. 6 The fabled fountain of youth in the Bahamas, in search of which Juan Ponce de Leon discovered Florida. THE PASSIONS 'You have passions in your heart - scorpions; they sleep now-beware how you awaken them! they will sting you even to death!'-Mysteries of Udolpho, vol. iii. BEWARE, beware, ere thou takest The woes which thou canst not number, As yet are wrapt in sleep; Yet oh! yet they slumber, But their slumbers are not deep. Yet oh! yet while the rancour Of hate has no place in thee, While thy buoyant soul has an anchor Yet oh! yet while the blossom Of hope is blooming fair, While the beam of bliss lights thy bosom For bitter thy tears will trickle When the world has rent the cable Then the slightest touch will waken With storms that will never leave thee! So beware, beware, ere thou takest THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER 'Derrame en todo el orbe de la tierra Go forth, thou man of force ! Before thy dreadful course Go, forth to conquest go, For the God of gods, which liveth "T is he alone which giveth Though thy streets be a hundred, thy gates be all brass, Yet thy proud ones of war shall be wither'd like grass; Thy gates shall be broken, thy strength be laid low. And thy streets shall resound to the shouts of the foe! 1 Arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield.' ISAIAH xxi. 5. 2 I will make drunk her princes.' - JEREMIAH li. 57. 3 The mountains melted from before the Lord.'. JUDG. v. 5. Oh! that the mountains might flow down thrown, And the rank grass shall wave o'er the lonely hearthstone; And your sons and your sires and your daughters shall bleed By the barbarous hands of the murdering Mede! I will sweep ye away in destruction and death, As the whirlwind that scatters the chaff with its breath; And the fanes of your gods shall be sprinkled with gore, And the course of your stream shall be heard of no more! + There the wandering Arab shall ne'er pitch his tent, But the beasts of the desert shall wail and lament; In their desolate houses the dragons shall lie, And the satyrs shall dance, and the bittern shall cry! 5 at thy presence.' ISAIAH lxiv. 1. And again, ver. 3, The mountains flowed down at thy presence.' A drought is upon her waters.'-JEREMIAH 1. 38. 5 Vide ISAIAH xiii. 20. LOVE I ALMIGHTY Love! whose nameless power As gilds our being with the light The joys of other worlds to this, Before whose blaze my spirits shrink, Thy golden chains embrace the land, (So vast, so boundless is thy reign) II The glittering fly, the wondrous things Bounding upon his enemies; The vast leviathan, which takes His pastime in the sounding floods; His haunts in Ceylon's spicy woods - O! whether thou, as bards have said, From out thy well-stor'd golden quiver, O'er earth thy cherub wings extending, Thy sea-born mother's side attending; Or else, as Indian fables say, Upon thine emerald lory riding, Through gardens, mid the restless play Of fountains, in the moon-beam gliding, Mid sylph-like shapes of maidens dancing, Thy scarlet standard high advancing; — Thy fragrant bow of cane thou bendest,2 To listen, and to grant my prayer! 1 See BAKER on Animalculæ. See Sir WILLIAM JONES'S WORKS, vol. vi. p. 313. And, the bright gem of conquest her chaplet adorning, Platea rejoic'd at the blood that ye spilt! Remember the night, when, in shrieks of affright, The fleets of the East in your ocean were sunk: Remember each day, when, in battle array, From the fountain of glory how largely ye drunk! For there is not ought that a freeman can fear, 'He bends the luscious cane, and twists the string; |