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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.
In arched groves, the youthful poet's choice ;
Nor while half-listening, 'mid delicious dreams,
To harp and song from lady's hand and voice;
Nor yet while gazing in sublimer mood
On cliff, or cataract, in Alpine dell; Nor in dim cave with bladdery sea-weed strew'd,
Framing wild fancies to the ocean's swell;
Our sea-bard sang this song ! which still he sings, And sings for thee, sweet friend ! Hark, Pity,
hark ! Now mounts, now totters on the tempest's wings,
Now groans, and shivers, the replunging bark !
“ Cling to the shrouds !" In vain ! The breakers
Death shrieks! With two alone of all his clan Forlorn the poet paced the Grecian shore,
No classic roamer, but a shipwreck'd man !
Say then, what Muse inspired these genial strains
And lit his spirit to so bright a flame? The elevating thought of suffer'd pains, Which gentle hearts shall mourn ; but chief, the
Of gratitude ! remembrances of friend,
Or absent or no more ! shades of the Past, Which Love makes substance ! Hence to thee I
send, O dear as long as life and memory last !
I send with deep regards of heart and head,
thee : And thou, the while thou canst not choose but shed
A tear for Falconer, wilt remember me:
THE VISIONARY HOPE.
SAD lot, to have no hope ! Though lowly kneeling
He fain would frame a prayer within his breast, Would fain entreat for some sweet breath of healing, That his sick body might have ease and rest; He strove in vain! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing, Though Nature forced; though like some captive
guest, Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast, An alien's restless mood but half concealing, The sternness on his gentle brow confess'd, Sickness within and miserable feeling : Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams, And dreaded sleep, each night repell’d in vain, Each night was scatter'd by its own loud screams : Yet never could his heart command, though fain, One deep full wish to be no more in pain.
That Hope, which was his inward bliss and boast, Which waned and died, yet ever near him stood, Though changed in nature, wander where he
wouldFor Love's despair is but Hope's pining ghost !
For this one hope he makes his hourly moan,
bower! Or let it stay ! yet this one Hope should give Such strength that he would bless his pains and live.
THE HAPPY HUSBAND.
OFT, oft methinks, the while with thee,
I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear
A pledge of more than passing life,
A pulse of love that ne'er can sleep!
A feeling that upbraids the heart
With happiness beyond desert,
Nor bless I not the keener sense
Of transient joys, that ask no sting
From jealous fears, or coy denying ;
And into tenderness soon dying,
Wheel out their giddy moment, then
A more precipitated vein
Of notes, that eddy in the flow
Of smoothest song, they come, they go,
Its own sweet self-a love of thee
RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE.
1. HO OW warm this woodland wild Recess!
Love surely hath been breathing here; And this sweet bed of heath, my dear ! Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,
As if to have you yet more near.
Eight springs have flown, since last I lay
On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills,
Where quiet sounds from hidden rills Float here and there, like things astray,
And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills.
No voice as yet had made the air
Be music with your name; yet why