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- ARCEDEACON HARE.
I care not for eyes of blue;
Soul-stirring recollections, I loved truth and thought it you;
With hopes, their bright reflections. If you charm but to deceive, Rush to my troubled heart at thought of All your charms I well can leave.
My own illustrious, injured Italy.
Dear queen of snowy mountains,
Beauty has fixed a dwelling
All others so excelling
would fail ;
Hail to thee! hail !
How rich art thou in lakes to poet A CYCLE.
And those broad pines amid the sunniest If he had come in the early dawn,
glade When the sunrise flushed the earth,
So reigning through the year, I would have given hiin all my heart,
Within the magic circle of their shade Whatever the heart was worth.
No sunbeam may appear!
How fair thy double sea!
In blue celestially
Glittering and circling! but I may not
dwell For then I had learned to wait.
On gifts, which, decking thee too
well, If he had come in the afterglow, Allured the spoiler. Let me fix my ken In the peace of the eventide,
Rather upon thy godlike men, I would have given him hands and brain, The good, the wise, the valiant, and the And worked for him till I died.
On history's pillars towering gloriously, If he comes now the sun has set,
A trophy reared on high upon thy strand, And the light has died away,
That every people, every clime I will not give him a broken life
May mark and understand, • But will turn and say him, “Nay." What memorable courses may be run,
What golden never-failing treasures won,
And worser ignorance,
And wisdom hold her paramount mas.
tery. ITALY. A PROPHECY.
What art thou now? Alas! Alas!
Woe, woe! STRIKE the loved harp; let the prelude That strength and virtue thus should pass he,
From men below!
That so divine, so beautiful a Maid Thatchorlagain, again that note of glee,- Should in the withering dust be laid, Italy! Italy !
As one that -- Hush! who dares with Italy! 0 Italy! the very sound it charm
impious breath eth:
To speak of death? Italy! O Italy! the name my bosom The fool alone and unbeliever weepeth. warmeth.
We know she only sleepieth; High thought of self-devotions,
And from the dust, Compassionate emotions,
At the end of dier correction,
Truth hath decreed her joyous resurrec- | There are who for thy last, long sleep
Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore,
because thou canst not Weep,
Sad thrift of love ! the loving breast
On which the aching head was thrown,
But kept the aching for its own.
It is of ice,
Rich breath of hayfields streams
through whispering trees; Until that end be come, until I hear
And birds of morning trim their bustling
On this green valley's cheery solitude,
On the grav belfry with its iry hood,
And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel
that flings Conscious that I have watched the second birth
Its bubbling freshness — while the Black.
The very dial on the village church
Seems as 't were dreaming in a dozy be given :
But the broad casements of the old Three
Blaze like a furnace — while the Black
bird sings. FAREWELL! since never more for thee
The sun comes up our eastern skies, And there beneath the immemorial elm Less bright henceforth shall sunshine be Three rosy revellers round a table
To some fond hearts and saddened eyes. sit,
And through gray clouds give laws unto | A little while—and lo! the charm is the realm,
heard; Curse good and great, but worship their A youth, whose life has been all sum
own wit, And roar of tights, and fairs, and junket. Forth from the noisy guests around the ings,
board, Corn, colts, and curs - the while the Creeps by her softly; at her footstool Blackbird sings.
kneels; And, when she pauses, murmurs tender
things Before her home, in her accustomed
Into her fond ear - while the Blackbird seat,
sings. The tidy grandam spins beneath the shade
The smoke-wreaths from the chimneys Of the old honeysuckle, at her feet
curl up higher, The dreaming pug, and purring tabby
And dizzy things of eve begin to float laid; To her low chair a little maiden clings,
Upon the light; the breeze begins to
tire, And spells in silence -- while the Blackbird sinys.
Half-way to sunset with a drowsy note The ancient clock from out the valley
swings; Sometimes the shadow of a lazy cloud The grandam nods—and still the Black
Breathes o'er the hamlet with its gar bird sings. While the far fields with sunlight over- Far shouts and laughter from the farmflowed
stead peal, Like golden shores of Fairyland are Where the great stack is piling in the seen;
sun; Again the sunshine on the shadow Through narrow gates o'erladen wagons springs,
reel, And fires the thicket - where the Black And barking curs into the tumult run; bird sings.
While the inconstant wind bears off, and
brings The woods, the lawn, the peakéd manor
The merry tempest- and the Blackbird
sings. house, With its peach-covered walls, and
On the high wold the last look of the sun rookery loud,
Burns, like a beacon, over dale and The trim, quaint garden-alleys, screened with boughs,
stream; The lion-healed gates, so grim and The shouts have ceased, the laughter and
the fun; proud, The mossy fountain with its murmur
The grandam sleeps, and peaceful be
her dream; ings, Lie in warm sunshine-while the Black. Only a hammer on an anvil rings; bird sings.
The day is dying-still the Blackbird
sings. The ring of silver voices, and the sheen Now the good vicar passes from his gate,
Of festal garments, – and my lady Serene, with long white hair; and in With her gay court across the garden Burns the clear spirit that hath conquered green;
Fate, Some laugh, and dance, some whisper And felt the wings of immortality; their love-dreams;
His heart is thronged with great imaginAnd one calls for a little page; he strings ings, Her lute beside her - while the Black And tender mercies - while the Black. sings.
Down by the brook he bends his steps, Two golden stars, like tokens from the and through
blest, A lowly wicket; and at last he Strike on his dim orbs from the setting stands
sun; Awful beside the bed of one who grew His sinking hands seem pointing to the From boyhood with him, — who with west; lifted hands
He smiles as though he said, “Thy And eyes seems listening to far welcom
will be done!” ings
His eyes, they see not those illuminings; And sweeter music-than the Blackbird His ears, they hear not what the sings.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
172 Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow..... 39
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Beneath an Indian palm a girl
Beneath the moonlight and the snow ..... 214
Blue gulf all around us....
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bunny bride. 53
306 By the flow of the inland river........ 328
Can angel spirits need repose....
288 Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake. 126
Come live with me, and be my love...
190 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 't is
Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without
Condemned to hope's delusive mine.
Consider the sea's listless chime
83 Cooper, whose name is with his country's
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Doug.
Day-stars ! that ope your eyes with morn,
Dear friend of old, whom memory links... 319
Dear Friend! whose presence in the house 246
Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and
Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her.. 278
Dost thou think I captive lie...
Down below, the wild November whistling 247
Drawn out, like lingering bees, to share... 302
319 Earl Gawain wooed the Lady Barbara. .... 204