MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. WHEN Chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, I spied a man whose aged step His face was furrowed o'er with years, But, oh! what crowds in every land, Many and sharp the num'rous ills More pointed still we make ourselves "Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?" And man, whose heaven-erected face MAZEPPA. "BRING forth the horse!"—the horse was | By night I heard them on my track: brought: In truth he was a noble steed, A tartar of the Ukraine breed, Who looked as though the speed of thought They loosed him with a sudden lash- Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind: We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is checkered with the northern light. Town-village-none were on our track, But a wild plain of far extent, And bounded by a forest black. The sky was dull, and dim, and gray, And a low breeze crept moaning by: I could have answered with a sigh; But fast we fled, away, away, And I could neither sigh nor pray; And my cold sweat-drops fell, like rain, Upon the courser's bristling mane. We neared the wild-wood-'twas so wide, Their troop came hard upon our back, At bay, destroying many a foe! My heart turned sick, my brain grew sore, And throbbed a while, then beat no more: The skies spun like a mighty wheel- - A trampling troop-I see them come! His first and last career is done! And backward to the forest fly, They left me there to my despair, Linked to the dead and stiffening wretch, Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch, Relieved from that unwonted weight, DEATH THE LEVELLER. THE glories of our birth and state And in the dust be equal made To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust. SHIRLEY. THE CASE ALTERED. HODGE held a farm, and smiled content For rent must come when rent was due. In hunting, that same landlord's hounds— But luckless still poor Hodge's fate: THE CHAMELEON. OFT has it been my lot to mark Two travellers of such a cast, MODERN AN Eton stripling, training for the Law, To spend a fortnight at his uncle's home. Arrived, and passed the usual "How-d'yedo's?" Inquiries of old friends, and college news"Well, Tom, the road, what saw you worth discerning, And how goes study, boy-what is't you're learning?" "Oh! Logic, sir; but not the worn-out rules Of Locke and Bacon-antiquated fools! "Tis wit and wranglers' Logic; thus, d'ye see, I'll prove to you, as clear as A, B, C, That an eel-pie's a pigeon; to deny it Were to swear black's white." "Indeed!" "Let's try it. An eel-pie is a pie of fish." "Well, agreed." "A fish-pie may be a Jack-pie." "Proceed." 'A Jack-pie must be a John-pie-thus, 'tis done, For every John-pie is a pi-ge-on!" "Bravo!" Sir Peter cries, "Logic for ever! It beats my grandmother-and she was clever! But zounds! my boy, it surely would go hard [ward! That wit and learning should have no reTo-morrow, for a stroll, the park we'll cross, And then I'll give you "—"What?"— "My chesnut-horse." And can produce it."- "Pray, sir, do; I'll lay my life the thing is blue." 66 66 And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green." Well then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the man, "I'll turn him out: And when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, I'll eat him." He said; then full before their sight Produced the beast, and lo!-'twas WHITE! Both stared; the man looked wondrous wise. 'My children," the chameleon cries,— Then first the creature found a tongue-"You all are right, and all are wrong: When next you talk of what you view, Think others see as well as you; Nor wonder, if you find that none Prefers your eye-sight to his own." MERRICK. Of leaping five-barred gates and crossing Each craggy hill and dale in vain they cross, what beside?" "Why, since you're booted, saddle it, and 'Ride what?-a chesnut!" "Ay; come get across. I tell you, Tom, the chesnut is a horse, own. Since you have proved to me, I don't deny, That a pie-John is the same as a John-pie; What follows then, but, as a thing of course, That a horse-chesnut is a chesnut-horse!" ANON. Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee. Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :-not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play Time writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths,-thy fields Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shiv'ring, in thy play ful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth; there let him lay. The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take now. Thou glorious mirror, where th' Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime The image of eternity-the throne Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers-they to me Were a delight; and if the fresh'ning sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here. BYRON. |