NOTES TO MANFRED. Note 1, page 167, lines 7 and 8. -the sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven. manded the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and after. wards perished for an attempt to betray the Lacede monians,) and Cleonice, is told in Plutarch's life of This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the Cimon; and in the Laconics of Pausanias the So. lower part of the Alpine torrents: it is exactly like a phist, in his description of Greece. rainbow, come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it:-this effect lasts till noon. Note 2, page 167, lines 103 and 104. He who from out their fountain dwellings raised The philosopher Iamblicus. The story of the raising of Eros and Anteros may be found in his life by Eunapius. It is well told. Note 3, page 168, lines 67 and 68. In words of dubious import, but fulfill'd. Note 4, page 171, lines 142 and 143. the giant sons Of the embrace of angels. "That the Sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair," &c. "There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the Sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown." Genesis, ch. vi. verses 2 and 4. HEBREW MELODIES. ADVERTISEMENT. THE subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. D. Kinnaird, for a selection of Hebrew Melodies, and have been published, with the music, arranged, by Mr. BRAHAM and Mr. NATHAN. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. SHE walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, Or softly lightens o'er her face; How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 3. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, A mind at peace with all below, THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. 1. The harp the monarch minstrel swepi, O'er tones her heart of hearts had given, It soften'd men of iron mould, It gave them virtues not their own; That felt not, fired not to the tone, 2. It told the triumphs of our King, It made our gladden'd valleys ring, The cedars bow, the mountains nod; Its sound aspired to Heaven and there abode! Since then, though heard on earth no more, Devotion and her daughter Love Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as from above, IF THAT HIGH WORLD. If that high world, which lies beyond The eye the same, except in tears— It must be so: 't is not for self Yet cling to Being's severing link. To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs! Since thy triumph was bought by thy vowStrike the bosom that's bared for thee now; 2. And the voice of my mourning is o'er, S. And of this, oh, my Father! be sure-- And the last thought that soothes me below. OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY' Oh! shatch'd away in beauty's bloom, And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead 3. Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress Or make one mourner weep the less? MY SOUL IS DARK. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'T will flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 't is doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song. I SAW THEE WEEP. 1. I saw thee weep-the big bright tea: Came o'er that eye of blue; Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the phantom seer!" Ea.ch yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hand was wither'd, and his veins were dry; His foot, in bony whiteness, glitter'd there, Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, Like cavern'd winds, the hollow accents came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falis the oak, At once, and blasted by the tnunder-stroke, 2. "Why is my sleep disquieted? "ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER 1. Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possess'd me; And lovely forms caress'd me; I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes, 2. I strive to number o'er what days There rose no day, there roll'd no hour S. The serpent of the field, by art And spells, is won from harming; But that which coils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming? It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it. WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFER When coldness wraps this suffering clay, It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darken'd dust behind. Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, A thought unseen, but seeing all, |