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Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance,
thy muse !
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks,
* Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Homer to his countrymen.
if I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classics exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imaginations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of the restoration of literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of Boccaccio, where the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Biancofiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, Ovid's Art of Love, “ Incomincid Racheo a mettere il suo officio in esecuzione con intera sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, insegnato a conoscer le lettere, fece leggere il santo libro d'Ovvidio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra come i santi fuochi di Venere si debbano ne' freddi cuori accendere."
ON A CATARACT
FROM A CAVERN NEAR THE SUMMIT OF A
STROPHE. UNPERISHING youth!
Thou leapest from forth The cell of thy hidden nativity ; Never mortal saw The cradle of the strong one; Never mortal heard The gathering of his voices; The deep-murmur'd charm of the son of the rock, That is lisp'd evermore at his slumberless fountain. There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil At the shrine of his ceaseless renewing; It embosoms the roses of dawn, It entangles the shafts of the noon, And into the bed of its stillness The moonshine sinks down as in slumber, That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven May be born in a holy twilight !
* An expansion of a German poem by Count Stolberg.-ED.
Thou at once full-born
A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
him reverence due;
LOVE'S APPARITION AND
AN ALLEGORIC ROMANCE,
LIKE a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
Lie lifeless at my feet!
And stood beside my seat;
As she was wont to do;-
There is no resurrection for the Love
LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN
O’ER wayward childhood would’st thou hold firm
rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it;-50 Do these upbear the little world below Of Education,-Patience, Love, and Hope. Methinks, I see them group'd in seemly show, The straiten'd arms upraised, the palms aslope, And robes that touching as adown they flow, Distinctly blend, like snow emboss'd in snow.
O part them never! If Hope prostrate lie,
Love too will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Wooes back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ;Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to
* Printed in The Keepsake, 1830, with the following title :“The Poet's Answer to a Lady's Question respecting the accomplishments most desirable in an instructress of children."