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No path leads thither, 'tis not nigh
To any pasture-plot;
Lone hollies mark'd the spot.*
Those hollies of themselves a shape
As of an arbour took,
Not three strides from a brook. †
Within this arbour, which was still
With scarlet berries hung, Were these three friends, one Sunday morn,
Just as the first bell rung.
'Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet
To hear the Sabbath-bell, 'Tis sweet to hear them both at once
Deep in a woody dell.
His limbs along the moss, his head
Upon a mossy heap,
Might chatter one to sleep.
And he had pass'd a restless night,
And was not well in health ;
* Some hollies mark the spot.—1809. of From the brook.-10.
The women sat down by his side,
And talk'd as 'twere by stealth.
“The Sun peeps through theclose thick leaves,
See, dearest Ellen ! see ! "Tis in the leaves, a little sun,
No bigger than your ee;
“ A tiny sun, and it has got
A perfect glory too ;
Round that small orb so blue."
And then they argued of those rays,
What colour they might be ; Says this, “They're mostly green;" says that,
They're amber-like to me.”
So they sat chatting, while bad thoughts
Were troubling Edward's rest; But soon they heard his hard quick pants,
And the thumping in his breast.
“ A mother too !” these self-same words
Did Edward mutter plain;
With horror and huge pain.
Both groan'd at once, for both knew well
What thoughts were in his mind;
When he waked up, and stared like one
That hath been just struck blind.
He sat upright; and ere the dream
Had had time to depart,
“I have torn out her heart."
Then Ellen shriek’d, and forthwith burst
Into ungentle laughter;
And never she smiled after.
Carmen reliquum in futurum tempus relegatum.
A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT.
SANDOVAL. You loved the daughter of Don
Manrique ? Earl Henry.
Loved ? Sandoval. Did you not say you woo'd her ? Earl Henry.
Once I loved Her whom I dared not woo ! Sandoval.
And woo'd, perchance, One whom you loved not ! Earl Henry.
Oh! I were most base, Not loving Oropeza. True, I woo'd her, Hoping to heal a deeper wound; but she
I swore, and with an inward thought that seem'd
[Earl Henry retires into the wood.] Sandoval [alone]. O Henry ! always strivest
thou to be great
TO A LADY.
WITH FALCONER'S " SHIPWRECK."
AF H! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams,
In arched groves, the youthful poet's choice ;
I heard her heart beat-if 'twere not my own.
Sandoval. A rude and scaring note, my friend !
Oh ! no !
suffused with rapture.—Life was in us :
as eastern sages paint,
Ah! was that bliss