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Fanning soft the sun-tann'd wheat,

MOONLIGHT SCENE IN ITALY.
Ripen'd by the summer's heat;
Pictoring all the rustic's joy

BYRON.
When boundless plenty meets his eye,
And thinking soon,

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Oh, modest moon!

Of the snow-shining mountains,Beautiful ! How many a female eye will roam

I linger yet with Nature, for the night

Hath been to me a more familiar face
Along the road,
To see the load,

Than that of man; and in her starry sbade The last dear load of harvest-home.

Of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn'd the language of another world.

I do remember me, that in my youth, Storms and tempests, floods and rains, When I was wandering—upon such a night Stern despoilers of the plains,

I stood within the Coliseum's wall, Hence away, the season flee,

Midst the chief relics of once mighty Rome; Foes to light-heart jollity :

The trees which grew along the broken May no winds careering high,

arches Drive the clouds along the sky,

Wav'd dark in the blue midnight, and the
But may all nature smile with aspect boon, stars
When in the heavens thou shew'st thy face, Shone thro' the rents of ruin; from afar
Oh, Harvest Moon !

The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber; and
More pear from out the Cæsars' palace came

The owl's long cry, and interruptedly, ’Neath yon lowly roof he lies,

Of distant sentinels the fitful song
The husbandman, with sleep-sealed eyes;
He dreams of crowded barns, and round

Begun and died upon the gentle wind.
The yard, he hears the flail resound;

Some cypresses beyond the time-worn

breach Oh! may no hurricane destroy His visionary views of joy !

Appear'd to skirt the horizon, yet they stood

Within a bowshot-where the Cæsars dwelt, God of the winds! Oh, hear his humble

And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst prayer,

A And wbile the moon of harvest shines, thy

grove which springs thro' levell’d battle

ments, blustering whirlwind spare.

And twines its roots with the imperial

hearths, Sons of luxury, to you

Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth :Leave I Sleep's dull power to woo : But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, Press ye still the downy bed,

A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! While feverish dreams surround your head; / While Cæsar's chambers, and the Augustan I will seek the woodland glade,

halls, Penetrate the thickest shade,

Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. Wrapp'd in Contemplation's dreams, And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, Musing high on holy themes,

upon While on the gale

All this, and cast a wide and tender ligbt, Shall softly sail

Which soften'd down the hoar austerity The nightingale's enchanting tune, Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, And oft my eyes,

As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centaries; Shall grateful rise

Leaving that beautiful which still was so, To thee, the modest Harvest Moon.

And making that which was not,

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For ye behold the MIGHTIEST. From that steep

THE EVENING STAR. What ages have ye worshipp'd round your

ANON. King! Ye heard bis trumpet sounded o'er the Star of the Evening! How I love to mark sleep

Thy beam thus gleaming, tremulously bright, Of Earth ;-ye heard the morning-angels

Upon the ocean-wave! How brightly dark, sing.

Shines thy lone ray, thou herald of the night. Upon that orb, now o'er me quivering, The gaze of Adam fix'd from Paradise ;

Thou lovely star! I've sometimes gazed at The wonders of the Delage saw it spring

thee Above the mountain surge, and bailed its Till I have almost wept, I knew not why ; rise,

Tell me, my heart, what can that feeling be Lighting their lonely track with Hope's ce- Which makes thee at those moments throb lestial dyes.

so high?

On calvary shot down that purple eye, It is a joy where sadness hath a part, When, but the soldier and the sacrifice A melancholy, worth whole days of mirth; All were departed.—Mount of Agony ! The eye in tears, indeed, but with a heart But Time's broad pinion, ere the giant dies, Which bounds as if 'twould break the bonds Shall cloud your dome.—Ye fruitage of of earth.

the skies, Your vineyard shall be shaken ! From your Thou lovely star! meibinks thy herald-ray

Speaketh of rest beyond our hour of time; Censers of Heaven! no more shall glory And seemeth to invite the soul away rise,

To seek for refuge in a happier clime.

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COM ET S.

THE COMET.

CONDER

MYSTERIOUs visitant! whose beauteous light

Among the wondering stars so strangely gleams; Like a proud banner in the train of night,

The unblazoned flag of Deity it streams;

Infinity is written in thy beams;
And thought in vain would thro' the pathless sky

Explore thy secret course; thy circle seems
Too vast for time to grasp ;-0 can that eye
Which numbers bosts like thee, this atom earth desery?

O Thou, my every hope, my only fear ;

Father of Lights, round whom the systems roll, With all their suns and comets, sphere on sphere,

Thy all-pervading energy, the soul,

Thyself the centre of the mighty whole !
When death shall purge the film of sense away,

And truth with irresistible control
Shall seize my ravish'd mind,—that awful day
How shall my soul sustain,—that infinite survey !

Then shall I shudder at the guilty past,

And feel thy awful presence on my heart;
Was it at thee, Ob God, my sins I cast ?

Oh ! on my trembling soul thy mercy dart,
For now I feel how terrible thou art !
Thou wert All-present, and I saw thee not ;

Thou art my bliss, and yet I said, “ Depart;"
Murmured, tho' boundless mercy fixed my lot:-
And wilt thou own the soul that thee so oft forgot?

Ob wondrous thought the high and holy One,

Inhabiting eternity, will make
The humble soul bis dwelling-place; the sun

Whose rising beams on orbs innumerous break,

Does shine as much for the poor reptile's sake : To Him is nothing great-is nothing small;

He fills a world,-he bids the insect take His being full of bliss ;-He form’d them all ; He guides the Comet's course,–He marks the sparrow's fall.

Man-man, tho' in the dast his insect-birth,

Beholds his nature unto God allied,

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ADAM'S DESCRIPTION OF HIS Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith
FIRST FEELINGS.

spake;

My tongue obeyed, and readily could name MILTON.

Whate'er I saw. Thou Sun, said I, fair light, For man to tell how human life began And thou enlighten'd Earth, so fresh and gay, Is hard; for who himself beginning knew? Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and

plains, As new-wak'd from soundest sleep And yethat live and move, fair creatures tell, Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here? In balmy sweat, which with his beams the Not of myself; by some great Maker then, sun

In goodness and in power pre-eminent: Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed: Tell me, how may I know him, how adore Straight toward Heav'n my wond'ring eyes From whom I have, that thus I move and I turn’d,

live,
And gaz'd awhile the ample sky, till rais'd And feel that I am happier than I know?
By quic instinctive motion up

I
sprung,

While thus I call’d, and stray'd, I knew not
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright whither,
Stood on my feet; about me round I saw From where I first drew air, and first beheld
Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny This happy light, when answer none re-
plains,

tarn'd,
And liquid lapse of murm’ring streams; by On a green shady bank profuse of flowers,
these

Pensive I sat me down: there gentle Sleep Creatures that liv'd and mov'd, or walk'd First found me, and with soft oppression or flew,

seiz'd Birds on the branches warbling; all things | My drowsed seose, antroubled, tho’I thought smild,

I then was passing to my former state
With fragrance, and with joy my heart o'er- Insensible, and forthwith to dissolve:
flow'd;

When suddenly stood at my head a Dream,
Myself I then perus'd, and limb by limb Whose inward apparition gently mov'd
Survey'd, and sometimes went and some- My fancy to believe I yet had being,
times ran

And livd: one came, methought, of shape
With supple joints, as lively vigour led; divine,
But who I was, or where, or from what | And said, thy mansion wants thee, Adam,
cause,

rise.

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