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Oh! may I hope that memory,
That power for ever changing,
Will make thee sometimes think on me,
O'er distant mountains ranging?

Say me not nay; let Fancy cheat
My soul with bland illusion;
And let not Doubt my vision sweet
Dispel by rude intrusion.

Verses,

WRITTEN AT BATH IN 1840, FOR A LITTLE BOY WHO KEPT AN ALBUM, AND WAS

A GREAT ADMIRER OF ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MERRY MEN.

HAD the kind Muse, young friend, on me
Her pleasing gifts bestowed,

And taught to tread of poesy

The smooth and flowery road;

Then should the deeds of Robin Hood,
And Little John, so bold,

And of the Friar, stout and good,
In numbers high be told.

The merry greenwood should resound
With feats of archery,

And antlered deer along should bound

So light and gracefully!

But vain the hopes: 'gainst Fate's decrees

To struggle I must cease;

I only can write histories

Of England, Rome, and Greece.

Father Cuddy's Song.

IN THE LEGEND OF CLOUGH NA CUDDY.

QUAM pulchra sunt ova,
Cum alba et nova

In stabulo scite leguntur ;
Et à Margery bella,

Quæ festiva puella!

Pinguis lardi cum frustis coquuntur.

Ut belles in prato
Aprico et lato

Sub sole tam læte renident,

Ova tosta, in mensa

Mappa bene extensa,
Nitidissima lance consident.

TRANSLATION.

OH! 'tis eggs are a treat, When so white and so sweet From under the manger they 're taken, And by fair Margery,

Och! 'tis she's full of glee,

They are fried with fat rashers of bacon.

Just like daisies all spread
O'er a broad sunny mead,
In the sunbeams so beauteously shining,
Are fried eggs fair displayed

On a dish, when we 've laid
The cloth and are thinking of dining.

The Praises of Mazenderân.

FROM THE SHAH-NÂMEH OF FERDOUSEE.

[The object of this version was to give a correct idea of the animated anapæstic measure in which the Shâh-Nâmeh is written. Our knowledge of Persian was extremely slight; but a friendly Orientalist gave us a faithful linefor-line translation, which we versified, and he and Ram Mohun Roy then compared our version with the original.]

His hand from the lute hath its melody drawn,
And thus rose the song of Mazenderân :-

May Mazenderân, the land of my birth,

Its hills and its dales, be e'er famed o'er the earth :
For evermore blooms in its gardens the rose,
On its hills nods the tulip, the hyacinth blows;
Its air ever fragrant, its earth flourishing,
Cold or heat is not felt,-'tis perpetual spring.
The nightingale's lays in the gardens resound;

On the sides of the mountains the stately deer bound,
In search evermore of their pastime and food;
With fragrance and colour each season 's bedewed ;
Its streams of rose-water unceasingly roll,

Whose perfume doth gladness diffuse o'er the soul.
In November, December, and January,

Full of tulips the ground thou mayest everywhere see;
The springs, unexhausted, flow all through the year;
The hawk at his chase everywhere doth appear.
The region of bliss is adorned all o'er

With dinars, with rich stuffs, and with all costly store;
The idol-adorers with fine gold are crowned,
And girdles of gold gird the heroes renowned.
Whoe'er hath not dwelt in that region so bright,
His soul knows no pleasure, his heart no delight.

INDEX.

The words printed in Italics are those whose origin or meaning is explained.
The word "Fairy" is inclusive of all similar beings.

Fairy, 4.

Cluricaun, 371.

Cobweb, 318.

Colepexy, 305.

Colt-Pixy, 305.

Crions, 440.

Cross, 87, 134, 136, 276, 375, 391.
Courils, 441.

Fairy-bells, 363, 412.
Fairy-butter, 309.

Fairy-cup, 88, 109, 237, 283, 284,
399.

Fairy-departure, 127, 223, 257, 273,
356.

Fairy-labour, 122, 261, 275, 301,
311, 388, 488.

Changelings, 125, 166, 227, 300, 355,
365, 393, 398, 436, 471, 473, 521. | Fairy-mushrooms, 303.

Fairy-wife, 19, 108, 163, 169, 370, Jean de la Boliéta, 265.