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Thou and all thy sister-band

With the purple vintage strain, Might adorn this sunny land,

Heaped upon the creaking wain, Twining memories of old time

That the brutal Celt may swill With new virtues more sublime;

Drunken sleep with savage will; If not, perish thou and they!

And the rickle to the sword Clouds which stain truth's rising day Lies unchanged, though many a lord, By her sun consumed away,

Like a weed whose shade is poisan, Earth can spare ye; while like flowers, Overgrown this region's foizon, In the waste of years and hours,

Sheaven of whom are ripe to come From your dust new nations spring

To destruction's harvest-home: With more kindly blossoming.

Men must reap the things they sow, Perish! Jet there only be

Force from force must ever flow, Floating o'er thy hearthless sea,

Or worse! but 'tis a bitter woe As the garment of thy sky

That love or reason cannot change Clothes the world inimortally,

The despot’s rage, the slave's revenge. One remembrance, more sublime Than the tattered pall of time,

Padua, thou, within whose walls Which scarce hides thy visage wan;

Those mute guests at festivala, That a tempest-cleaving swan

Son and Mother, Death and Sin, of the songs of Albion,

Played at dice for Ezzelin, Driven from his ancestral streams

Till Death cried: I win, I win! By the might of evil dreams,

And Sin cursed to lose the wager, Found a nest in thee; and ocean

But Death promised, to assuage her, Welcomed him with such emotion

That he would petition for That its joy grew his, and sprung

Her to be made Vice-Emperor, From his lips like music fung

When the destined years were o'er, O’er a mighty thunder-fit,

Over all between the Po Chastening terror: what though yet And the eastern Alpine snow, Poesy's unfailing river,

Under the mighty Austrian. Which through Albion winds for ever, Sin smiled so as Sin only can, Lashing with melodious wave

And since that time, aye long before, Many a sacred poet's grave,

Both have ruled from shore to shore, Mourn its latest nursling fled!

That incestuous pair, who follow What though thou with all thy dead

Tyrants as the sun the swallow, Scarce can for this fame repay

As Repentance follows Crime,
Aught thine own,-oh, rather say,

And as changes follow Time.
Though thy sins and slaveries foul
Overcloud a sunlike soul!

In thine halls the lamp of learning, As the ghost of Homer clings

Padua, now no more is burning; Round Scamander's wasting springs;

Like a meteor, whose wild way As divinest Skakepeare's might

To lost over the grave of day, Fills Avon and the world with light

It gleams betrayed and to betray: Like omniscient power, which hc

Once remotest nations came linaged 'mid mortality;

To adore that sacred flame, As the love from Petrach's urn

| When it lit not many a hearth Yet amid yon hills doth burn,

On this cold and gloomy earth: A quenchless lamp, by which the heart Now new fires froni antique light Sees things iincarihly; so thou art,

Spring beneath the wide world's might: Mighty spirit: 60 sball be

But their spark lies dead in thee, The city that did refuge thee.

Trampled out by tyranny.

As the Norway woodman quells, Lo, the sun floats up the sky

In the depth of piny dells, Like thought-winged liberty,

One light flame among the brakes, Till the universal light

While the boundless forest shakes, Seems to level plain and height;

And its mighty trunks are torn From the sea a mint has spread,

By the fire thus lowly born: And the beanie of morn lie dead

The spark beneath his feet is dead, On the towers of Venice now,

He starts to see the flames it fed, Like its glory long ago.

Howling through the darkened sky By the skirts of that gray cloud

With myriad tongrier victoriously, Many-domed Padua proud

And sinks down in fear: so thou, Stands, a peopled solitude,

O Tyranny, beholdest now 'Mid the harvest-shining plain,

Light around thee, and thou hearent Where the peasant heaps his grain

The loud fames ascend and frarest: In the garner of his foe,

Grovel on the earth: aye, hide And the milk-white oxen slow

In the dust thy purple pride!

Noon descends around me now: Tis the noon of autumn's glow, When a soft and purple mist Like a vaporous amethyst, Or an air-dissolved star, Mingling light and fragrance, far From the curved horizon's bound Co the point of heaven's profound Fills the overflowing sky, And the plains that silent lie Underneath, the leaves unsodden Where the infant Frost has trodden With his inorning-winged feet, Whose bright print is gleaming yet; And the red and golden vines, Piercing with their trellised lincs The rough, dark-skirted wilderness; The dun and bladed grass no less, Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air; the flower Glimmering at my feet; the line Of the olive-sandaled Apennine In the south dimly islanded; And the Alps, whose snows are spread High between the clouds and sun; And of living things each one; And my spirit which so long Jarkened this swift stream of song, interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky: Be it love, light, harmony, Odour, or the soul of all Which from heaven like dew doth fall Dr the mind which feeds this verse Peopling the lone universe.

| And soft sunshine, and the sound
of old forests echoing round,
And the light and smell divine
of all flowers that breathe and shine:
We may live so happy there,
That the spirits of the air,
Envying us, may even entice
To our healing paradise
The polluting multitude;
But their rage would be subdued
By that clime divine and calm,
And the winds, whose wings rain balm
On the uplifted soul, and leaves
Under which the bright sea heaveb;
While each breathless interval
In their whisperings musical
'T'he inspired soul supplies
With its own deep melodier,
And the love which heals all strife
Circling, like the breath of life,
All things in that sweet abode
With its own mild brotherhood :
They, not it would change; and soon
Every sprite beneath the moon
Would repent its envy vain,
And the carth grow young again.

ODE TO THE WEST- WIND.

Noon descends, and after noon
lutumn's evening meets me soon,
Leading the infantine moon,
And that one star, which to her

most seems to minister lalf the crimson light she brings from the sunset's radiant springs: Ind the soft dreams of the inorn, Which like winged winds had borne To that silent isle, which lies Mid remembered agonies, Che frail bark of this lone being;) Pask, to other bufferers fleeing, Ind its antient pilot, Pain, jits beside the helm again.

O, WILD West-wind, thou breath of autumn's

being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves

dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter

fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and

low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild spirit which art moving every where; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

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Other flowering isles must be n the sea of life and agony: Other spirits float and flee Ver that golph: even now, perhaps, In some rock the wild wave wraps, With folded wings they waiting sit For my bark, to pilot it ro some calm and blooming cove, Vhere for me, and those I love, May a windless bower be built, far from passion, pain, and guilt, na dell 'inid lawny bills,

hich the wild sea-marmur fills,

Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven

and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Manad, even from the dim

verge or the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou

dirge

of the dying year, to which this closing

LOTES PHILOSOPHY. wall be the dome of a vast sepulchre. Tre fountains mingle with the river. Vaulted with all thy congregated might i And the river with the sea; Of vapour, from whose solid atmospbere The winds of beave mis fee ever, Black rain, and fire, and hail vill burst: 0.' With a sweet emotice:

Nothing in the world is single:

All things by a lav divize

In one another's beisg mingleThou who didst waken from his summer- Why not I with thise?

dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, la Lalled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

See the mountains kiss high heares,

* And the wares clasp one anether; Beside a pumice-isle in Baia's bay,

No sister-flower would be forgive, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers 1

If it disdain'd its brother: Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

And the sunlight clasps the earth, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

And the moonbeams lies the sea; So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!

thou,

WEB: What are all these kissings worth, Por whose path the Atlantic's level powers

If thou kiss not me? Cleave themselves into chasms, while far

below The wea-blooms and the oozy woods which

wear The saplena foliage of the ocean, know

LEIGH HUNT. Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with

fear, And tremble, and despoil themselves: 0,

hear!

EXTRACT FROM THE STORY OF If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;

RIMINI. If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and Ar times like these the princess tried to share

shun The impulse of thy strength, only less free. The face of Paulo as too kind a one; Than thou, oh, uncontroulable! if even And, shutting up her tears with resoluta 1 were as in my boyhood, and could be

sigh, The comrade of thy wanderinge over heaven. / Would walk into the air, and see the sky. As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed '| And feel about her all the garden green. Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have And hear the birds that shot the cover striven

boughs betweea. As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A noble range it was, of many a rood, A heavy weight of hours has chained and Walled round with trees, and ending in a bowed

wood: One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and | Indeed the whole was leafy; and it had

proud.

| A winding stream about it, clear and glad, That danced from shade to shade, and a

its way Make me thy lyrc, even as the forest is:

18: Seemed smiling with delight to feel the day

Soome What if my leaves are falling like its own!

There was the pouting rose, both red and The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, The flamy heart's-ease, flushed with perple Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit

light,

Blush-hiding strawberry, sunny-coloured My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one!

box, Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Hyacinth, handsome with his clustering Likewithered leaves, to quicken a new birth !

Jocks, And, by the incantation of this verse,

| The lady lily, looking gently down. Scaiter, as from an unextinguished hearth, Pure lavender, to lay in bridal gown, Asher and sparks, my words among mankind! The daie

The daisy, lovely on both sides,-in shame Be throngh my lips to unawakened earth

All the sweet cups to which the bees meer The trumpet of a prophecy! () wind,

| With plots of grass, and perfumed wale If winter comes, can spring be far behind? |

between of citron, honeysuckle, and jessamine,

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deer,

With orange, whose warm leaves so finely | The ground within was lawn, with plots of sait,

flowers Ind look as if they'd shade a golden fruit; Heaped towards the centre, and with citronInd midst the flowers, turfed round beneath

bowers; a shade

And in the midst of all, clustered about Of circling pines, a babbling fountain played, With bay and myrtle, and just gleaming out, Ind 'twixt their shafts you saw the water Lurked a pavilion, a delicious sight, bright,

Small, marble, well-proportioned, mellowy Which through the darksome tops glimmer

white, ed with showering light. With yellow vine-leaves sprinkled,- but no jo now you walked beside an odorous bed

more, of gorgeous hues, white, azure, golden, red; And a young orange either side the door. Ind now turned off into a leafy walk, The door was to the wood, forward, and Close and continuous, fit for lovers' talk;

square, Ind now pursued the stream, and as you trod The rest was domed at top, and circular; Onward and onward o'er the velvet sod, And through the dome the only light came in, ielt on your face an air, watery and sweet, Tinged, as it entered, with the vine-leaves Ind a new sense in your soft-lighting feet;

thin. And then perhaps you entered upon shades, Pillowed with dells and uplands 'twixt the, glades,

It was a beauteous piece of ancient skill, Chrough which the distant palace, now and

Spared from the rage of war, and perfect then,

still; Looked lordly forth with many-windowed

By most supposed the work of fairy-hands,

Famed for luxurious taste, and choice of ken;

lands, land of trees, which reaching round about,

Alcina, or Morgana,—who from fights in shady blessing stretched their old arms

And errant fame inveigled amorous knights, out,

And lived with them in a long round of With spots of sunny opening, and with nooks, To lie and read in, sloping into brooks,

blisses, Where at her drink you started the slim

Feasts, concerts, baths, and bower-enshaded

kisses.

Bat 'twas a temple, as its sculpture told, Retreating lightly with a lovely fear. And all about the birds kept leafy house,

Built to the nymphs that haunted there of And sung and sparkled in and out the boughs;

old;

80s; For o'er the door was carved a sacrifice And all about a lovely sky of blue Clearly was felt, or down the leaves laughed | By girls and shepherds brought, with reve

rent eyes, through; And here and there, in every part, werc seats, 1

Jet Of sylvan drinks and foods, simple and sweet, Some in the open walks, some in retreats ; ' | And goats with struggling horns and planted

feet: With bowering leaves o'erhead, to which

And on a line with this ran round about the eye Looked up half swectly and half awfully,

A like relief, touched exquisitely out, Places of nestling green, for poets made,

That shewed, in various scenes, the nymphs

themselves: Where, when the sunshine struck a yellow shade,

Some by the water-side on bowery shelves The slender trunks, to inward peeping sight,

Leaning at will, --some in the water sporting Chronged in dark pillars up the gold green

** With sides half swelling forth, and looks of light.

courting, | Some in a flowery dell, hearing a swain

Play on his pipe, till the hills rang again, But 'twixt the wood and flowery walks

Some tying up their long moist hair,- some

sleeping halfway, And formed of both, the loveliest portion lay,

Under the trees, with fauns and satyrs pecp

ing, A spot, that struck you like enchanted

"Or, sidelong-eyed, pretending not to see ground:

The latter in the brakes come creepingly, It was a shallow dell, set in a mound of sloping shrubs, that mounted by degrees,

While their forgotten urns, lying about

In the green herbage, let the water out. The birch and poplar mixed with heavier

Never, be sure, before or since was seen From under which, sent through a marble

A summer-house 60 fine in such a nest of

green. spont, Betwixt the dark wet green, a rill gushed out,

All the green garden, flower-bed, shade, Whose low sweet talking seemed as if it said

and plot, Something eternal to that happy shade: Francesca loved, but most of all this spot.

trees;

Whenever she walked forth, wherever went And snatching from the fields her theaglai About the grounds, to this at last she bent :

lank. Here she had brought a late and a few She reached o'er-head, and taak her in books;

a book, Here would she lie for hours with grateful And fell to reading with as fised an is.

looks,

As though she had been wrapt since manir Thanking at heart the sunshine and the

there leaves, The summer rain-drops counting from the

eaves,

'Twas Laoncelot of the Lake, a brick And all that promising calm smile we see

romance. In nature's face, when we look patiently. That like a trampet, made young pen Then would she think of heaven; and you

dance, might hear

Yet had a softer note that shoek stil more, Sometimes, when every thing was hashed She had begun it but the day before,

and clear,

And read with a full heart, half wetta? Her gentle voice from out those shades

emerging,

How old King Ban was spoiled of all be han Singing the evening-anthem to the Virgin. But one fair castle: how one suromer's day The gardeners and the rest, who served the With his fair queen and child be vest smu

place,

To ask the great King Arthur fer assistant And blert whenever they beheld her face, How reaching by himself a hill at Antzen Knelt when they heard it, bowing and He turned to give his castle a last look,

uncovered,

And saw its far white face: and how a con And felt as if in air some sainted beauty As he was looking, burst in relamos forth

hovered.
And good king Ban nav all that be wa

worth. One day,-'twas on a summer-afternoon, And his fair castle, barning to the ground When airs and gurgling brooks are best in So that his wearied pulse felt srer-Feed

tuine,

And he lay down, and said a prayer par And grasshoppers are loud, and day-work For those he loved, and broke his per a done,

heart And shades have heavy outlines in the sun,- Then read she of the queen with her The princess came to her accustomed bower

child. To get her, if she could, a soothing hour, How she came up, and nearls had goor vi Trying, as she was used, to leave her cares And how, in journeying on in her despite Without, and slumberously enjoy the airs, She reached a lake, and met a lady them, And the low-talking leaves, and that cool Who pitied her, and took the baby fuert

light

| Into her arms, when lo, with dosing from The vines let in, and all that hushing sightShe sprang up all at once, like bindir Of closing wood seen through the opening

brake, door,

And vanished with him underneath the lake And distant plash of waters tumbling o'er, The mother's feelings we as well may paAnd smell of citron-blooms, and fifty luxuries The fairy of the place that lady was.

more.

And Launcelot (so the boy was called) Beras

Her inmate, till in search of knightly far She tried, as usual, for the trial's sake,

He went to Arthur's court, and played be For even that diminished her heart-ache;

part And never yet, bow ill soe'er at ease,

So rarely, and displayed so frank a beart Came she for nothing, midst the flowers and That what with all his charms of loof and

trees Yet somehow or another, on that day,

The Queen Genevra fell in love with b She seemed to feel too lightly borne away,

And here, with growing interest in het Too much relieved,- too much inclined to.

reading. draw

The princess, doubly fixed, was now pe A careless joy from every thing she saw,

ceeding And looking round her with a new-born eye, As if some tree of knowledge had been nigh,

Ready she sat with one hand to tur att To taste of nature, primitive and free, And bask at ease in her heart's liberty.

The leaf, to which her thoughta run

before,

The other propping her white bror, Prinfully clear those rising thoughts ap

throwing peared,

Its ringlets out, under the skylight glave With something dark at bottom that she So ent she fixed ; and so observed was de

feared;

of one, who at the door stood tenderly

limb.

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