To the Isles of the Blessed So, this sap wrung from flame be Of the wonders man works with LIGHT AND WARMTH. THE nobler man, unchill'd by doubt, And deems the world he sees without Warm in the generous trust of youth, The lowness and the littleness Of all so soon is shown, That thro' the throng, and from the press, He guards himself alone; His heart in haughty cold repose, From love at last itself doth close. The rays of truth that light bestow Not always warmth impart ; Blest he who gains the boon TO KNOW, World-wisdom clear, Enthusiasm bright, BREADTH AND DEPTH. MANY bright wits in the world one sees, On the charm to attract and the art to please- So fond of the Learning they show with such pride And yet they go out of the world quite still, No trace of existence leaving; Ah! he who would really the Great fulfil, Must silently gather, and, hour by hour, In the smallest point, store the amplest power. Though the stem may rise proud in the air aloft, Tho' the leaves may be bright, and their fragrance soft, "Tis not they that the fruit engender. From the kernel alone, though so small it be, Comes the Pride of the Forest :-It hides the TREE! HERO AND LEANDER; A BALLAD. We have already seen, in "The Ring of Polycrates," Schiller's' mode of dealing with classical subjects. In the poems that follow, derived from similar sources, the same spirit is maintained. In spite of Humboldt, we venture to think that Schiller certainly does not narrate Greek legends in the spirit of an ancient Greek. The Gothic sentiment, in its ethical depth and mournful tenderness, more or less pervades all that he translates from classic fable into modern pathos. The grief of Hero, in the ballad subjoined, touches closely on the lamentations of Thekla, in Wallenstein. The Complaint of Ceres embodies Christian Grief and Christian Hope. The Trojan Cassandra expresses the moral of the Northern Faust. Even the "Victory Feast" changes the whole spirit of Homer, on whom it is founded, by the introduction of the Ethical Sentiment at the close, borrowed, as a modern would apply what he so borrows, from the moralising Horace. Nothing can be more foreign to the Hellenic Genius (if we except the very disputable intention of the "Prometheus ") than the interior and typical design which usually exalts every conception in Schiller. But it is perfectly open to the Modern Poet to treat of ancient legends in the modern spirit. Though he select a Greek story, he is still a modern who narrates-he can never make himself a Greek, any more than Eschylus in the "Persæ" could make himself a Persian. But this is still more the privilege of the Poet in Narrative, or lyrical composition, than in the Drama, for in the former he does not abandon his identity, as in the latter he must yet even this must has its limits. Shakspeare's wonderful power of self-transfusion has no doubt enabled him, in his Plays from Roman History, to animate his characters with much of Roman life. But no one can maintain that a Roman would ever have written plays in the least resembling "Julius Cæsar," or "Coriolanus," or 66 Antony and Cleopatra." The Portraits may be Roman, but they are painted in the manner of the Gothic school. The Spirit of antiquity is only in them, inasmuch as the representation of Human Nature, under certain circumstances, is accurately, though loosely outlined. When the Poet raises the dead, it is not to restore, but to remodel. SEE you the towers that, grey and old, The Hellespont beneath them swells, In Hero's, in Leander's heart, All Hebè's bloom in Hero's face- Between their sires the rival feud Forbids their plighted hearts to meet ; And Love suspends o'er Danger's gulf Alone on Sestos' rocky tower, Where, upward sent in stormy shower, The eternal waters foam, Alone the maiden sits, and eyes The cliffs of fair Abydos rise |