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Oh! I have thought, and thinking, sigh'd How like to thee, thou restless tide! May be the lot, the life of him, Who roams along thy water's brim! Through what alternate shades of woe, And flowers of joy my path may go! How many a humble still retreat May rise to court my weary feet, While still pursuing, still unblest, I wander on, nor dare to rest ! But, urgent as the doom that calls Thy water to its destin'd falls, I see the world's bewildering force Hurry my heart's devoted course From lapse to lapse, till life be done, And the last current cease to run! Oh, may my falls be bright as thine ! May Heaven's forgiving rainbow shine Upon the mist that circles me, As soft, as now it hangs o'er thee!
Think'st thou, when Julia's lip and breast
Inspir'd my youthful tongue,
Nor felt the heaven I sung ?
Was still my Julia's kiss,
What she had givin in bliss !
And I will sing those eyes ;
And I will praise thy sighs.
What makes the bard divineOh, Lady! how my lip would sing,
If once 'twere prest to thine!
SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE Woods.'
Qua via difficilis, quaque est via nulla....
Ovid. Metam. Lib. iii. y. 227
CLORIS AND FANNY. Cloris! if I were Persia's king,
I'd make my graceful queen of thee : While Fanny, wild and artless thing,
Should but my humble handmaid be. There is but one objection in it
That, verily, I'm much afraid
Forsake the mistress for the maid !
One knows not where to take you;
Or what she meant to make you.
For man or maid's desiring:
The thing is not worth inquiring !
Now the vapour, hot and damp,
And the shuddering murderer sits,* 1 The idea of this poem occurred to me in passing through the very dreary wilderness between Batavia, a new settlement in the midst of the woods, and the little village of
Buffalo upon Lake Erie. This is the most fatiguing part of the route, in travelling through the Genesee country to Niagara.
2* The Five Confederated Nations (of Indians) were settled along the banks of the Susquehanna and the adjacent country, until the year 1779, when General Sullivan, with an army of 4000 men, drove them from their country to Niagara, where, being obliged to live on salted provisions, to which they were unaccustomed, great numbers of them died. Two hundred of them, it is said, were buried in one grave, where they had eucamped."- Morse's American Geography.
3 The alligator, who is supposed to lie in a torpid state all the winter, in the bank of some creek or pond, having pre viously swallowed a large number of pine-knots, which are his only sustenance during the time.
4 This was the mode of punishment for murder (as Father Charlevoix tells us) among tho Ilurons. “They laid the dead body upon poles at the top of a cabin, and the mur derer was obliged to remain several days together, and to receive all that dropped from the carcass, not only on him. self but on his food."
UN HER ASKING ME TO ADDRESS A POEM TO HER.
Sine vencre friget Apollo.
How can I sing of fragrant sighs
I ne'er have felt from thee? How can I sing of smiling eyes,
That ne'er have smil'd on me? The heart, 'tis true, may fancy much,
But, oh! 'tis cold and seemingOne moment's real, rapturous touch
Is worth an age of dreaming !
Did ever lip's ambrosial air
Such perfume o'er thy altars shed ?
One maid there was, who round her lyre
The mystic myrtle wildly wreath'd-
The myrıle wither'd as she breath'd'
Oh! you that love's celestial dream,
In all its purity, would know,
Too strongly through the vision glow !
Love sweetest lies, conceal'd in night,
The night where Heaven has bid him lie; Oh! shed not there unhallowed light,
Or PSYCHE knows, the boy will fly!!
Lone beneath a roof of blood,
Dear Psyche! many a charmed hour,
Through many a wild and magic waste,
Thy mazy foot my soul hath trac'd !
Where'er thy joys are number'd now,
Beneath whatever shades of rest,
Hath chain'd thee to thy Cupid's breast ;
Whether above the horizon dim,
Along whose verge our spirits stray, (Half sunk within the shadowy brim,
Half brighten’d by the eternal ray.)
Thou risest to a cloudless pole!
Or, lingering here, dost love to mark
Through sunny good and evil dark;
Still be the song to Psyche dear,
whose dulcet tide was given
To keep her name as fadeless here,
As nectar keeps her soul in heaven!
1802. Tell me the witching tale again,
1 Seo the story in Apuleius. With respect to this beautiful For never has my heart or ear
allegory of Love and Psyche, there is an ingenious idea
suggested by the senator Buonarotti, in bis · Össervazioni Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain,
sopra alcuni frammenti di vasi' antichi." He thinks the So pure to feel, so sweet to bear!
fable is taken from some very occult mysteries, which had long been celebrated in honour of Love ; and he accounts,
upon this supposition, for the silence of the more ancient Say, Love! in all thy spring of fame,
authors upon the subject, as it was not till towards the deWhen the high heaven itself was thixe; cline of pagan superstition, that writers could venture to When piety confess'd the flame,
reveal or discuss such ceremonies; accordingly, he observes,
we find Lucian and Plutarch treating, without reserve, of And even thy errors were divine !
the Dea Syria, and Isis and Osiris; and Apuleius, who has
given us the story of Cupid and Psyche, has also detailed Did ever Muse's hand, so fair
some of the mysteries of Isis. See the Giornale di Litteratı
d'Italia, tom. xxvii, articol. 1. See also the Observations A glory round thy temple spread ?
upon the ancient Gems in the Aluseum Florentinum, vol.
" I cannot avoid remarking here an error into which the 1“We find also collars of porcelain, tobacco, ears of French Encyclopédistes have been led M. Spon, in their maize, skins, etc. by the side of difficult and dangerous ways, article Psyche.' They say, "Petron fait un récit de la on rocks, or by the sile of the fulls; and these are so many pompe nuptiale de ces deux amans (Amour et Psyché.) offerings made to the spirits which preside in these places. Deja, dit-il," etc. elc. The Psyche of Petronius, however, See Charleroix's Letter on the Tradilions and the Religion is a servani-maid, and the marriage which he describes is of the Savages of Canada.
that of the young Pannychis. See Spon's Recherches Father Hennepin tou mentions this ceremony; he also Curieuses, etc. Dissertat. 5. says, " Wo took notice of one barbarian, who made a kind 2 Allusions to Mrs. T-ghe's poem. of sacriace upon an oak at the Cascade of St. Antony of 3 Constancy. Padua, upon the river Mississippi." See Hennepin's Voyage 4 By this image the Platonists expressed the middle stala into North America.
of the soul between sensible and intellectual existence.
Mind, mind alone, without whose quickening ray IMPROMPTU, UPON LEAVING SOME
The world's a wilderness, and man but clay,
Mind, mind alone, in barren, still repose,
Nor blooms, nor rises, nor expands, nor flows ! dulces cornitum valete cætus-Catullus.
Take Christians, Mohawks, Democrats and all
From the rude wigwam to the congress-hall,
From man the savage, whether slav'd or free,
To man the civiliz'd, less tame than he !
"Tis one dull chaos, one unfertile strife
Where every ill the ancient world can brew
Is mix'd with every grossness of the few;
Where all corrupts though little can entice,
And nothing's known of luxury, but vice!
Is this the region then, is this the clime
For golden fancy? for those dreams sublime,
Which all their miracles of light reveal
To heads that meditate and hearts that feel?
And climbs the mountain ; every blooming spot
Burns with her step, yei man regards it not !
She whispers round, her words are in the air,
Without one breath of soul, divinely strong,
of heart to thaw them into song!
Yet, yet forgive me, oh, you sacred few!
Whom late by Delaware's green banks I knew, Thou oft hast told me of the fairy hours Whom, known and lov'd throngh many a social eve Thy heart has number'd in those classic bowers, 'Twas bliss to live with, and 'twas pain to leave!! Where fancy sees the ghost of ancient wit
Less dearly welcome were the lines of yore 'Mid cowls and cardinals profanely flit,
The exile saw upon the sandy shore, And pagan spirits, by the pope unlaid,
When his lone heart but faintly hop'd to find Haunt every stream and sing through every shade! One print of man, one blessed stamp of mind ! There still the bard, who, (if his numbers be Less dearly welcome than the liberal zeal, His tongue's light echo,) must have talk'd like thee, The strength to reason and the warmth to feel, The courtly bard, from whom thy mind has caught The manly polish and the illumin'd taste, Those playful, sunshine holidays of thought Which, 'mid the melancholy, heartless waste In which the basking soul reclines and glows, My foot has wander'd, oh you sacred few! Warm without toil and brilliant in repose.
I found by Delaware's green banks with you. 'There still he roves, and laughing loves to see Long may you hate the Gallic dross that runs How modern monks with ancient rakes agree ; O'er your fair country and corrupts its sons ; How mitres hang, where ivy wreaths might twine, Long love the arts, the glories which adorn And heathen Massic 's damn'd for stronger wine! Those fields of freedom, where your sires were born There too are all those wandering souls of song, Oh! if America can yet be great, With whom thy spirit hath commun'd so long, If, neither chain'd by choice, nor damn'd by fate Whose rarest gems are, every instant, hung By memory's magic on thy sparkling tongue.
sippi. “I believe this is the finest confluence in the world. But here, alas ! by Erie's stormy lake,
The two rivers are much of the same breadth, each abuut As far from thee, my lonely course I take,
half a league ; but the Missouri is by far the most rapid, and
seems to enter the Mississippi like a conqueror, through So bright remembrance o'er the fancy plays,
which it oarries its white waves to the opposite shore wilde No classic dream, no star of other days
out mixing them: afterwards it gives its colour to the MisHas left that visionary glory here,
sissippi, which it never loses again, but carries quite down
to the sea."- Leller xxvii. That relic of its light, so soft, so dear,
1 In the society of Mr. Dennie and his friends, at Phila Which gilds and hallows even the rudest scene, delphia, I passed the few agreeable moments which my long The humblest shed, where genius once has been!
through the States afforded me. Mr. Dennie has succeeded
in diffusing through this elegant little circle that love for All that creation's varying mass assumes
good literature and sound politics, which he feels so zeal
ously himself, and which is so very rarely the characteristic Of grand or lovely, here aspires and blooms ;
of his countrymen. They will not, I trust, accuse me of Bold rise the mountains, rich the gardens glow, illiberality for the picture which I have given of the ignit Bright lakes expand, and conquering' rivers flow; rance and corruption that surround them. If I did not hate,
as I ought, the rabble to which they are opposed, I could
not valuo, as I do, the wpirit with which they dely it; and 1 'This ejuliet was suggested by Charlevoix's striking de in learning from them what Americans can be, I but see scriptiop of the confluence of the Missouri with the Miris with the more indication whint Amerirans are
In lines of fire such heavenly lore, That man should read them and adore !
To the mob-mania which imbrues her now,
Yet have I known a gentle maid
Believe me, SPENCER, while I wing'd the hours Where Schuylkill undulates through banks of flow
ers, Though few the days, the happy evenings few, So warm with heart, so rich with mind they flew, That my full soul forgot its wish to roam, And rested there, as in a dream of home! And looks I met, like looks I lov'd before, And voices too, which, as they trembled o'er The chord of memory, found full many a tone Of kindness there in concord with their own! Oh! we had nights of that communion free, That flush of heart, which I have known with thee So oft, so warmly ; nights of mirth and mind, Of whims that taught, and follies that refin'd; When shall we both renew them ? when testor'd To the pure feast and intellectual board, Shall I once more enjoy with thee and thine Those whims that teach, those follies that refine ? Even now, as wandering upon Erie's shore, I hear Niagara's distant cataract roar, I sigh for England-oh! these weary feet Have many a mile to journey, ere we meet !
Ο ΠΑΤΡΙΣ, ΩΣ ΣΟΥ ΚΑΡΤΑ ΝΥΝ ΜΝΕΙΑΝ ΕΧΩ.
While yet my soul is something free;
One moment's thought to stray from thee! Oh! thou art every instant dearer
Every chance that brings me nigh thee, Brings my ruin nearer, nearer:
I am lost, unless I fly thee!
Wish me not so soon to fall,
Oh! that eye would blast them all!
As ever yet allur'd or sway'd,
The ruin which thyself had made!
That eye but once would smile on me, Good Heaven ! how much, how far beyond
Fame, duty, hope, that smile would be! Oh! but to win it, night and day,
Inglorious at thy feet reclin'd,
The world for thee forgot, resign'd!
Never to meet, no, never, never Oh, woman! what a mind and heart
Thy coldness has undone for ever!
TOOh! fair as Heaven and chaste as light! Did Nature mould thee all so bright, That thou shouldst ever learn to weep O'er languid Virtue's fatal sleep, O’er shame extinguish’d, honour fled, Peace lost, heart wither'd, feeling dead ? No, no-a star was born with thee, Which sheds eternal purity! Thou hast, within those sainted eyes, So fair a transcript of the skies,
Cannot, in all his course, behold
Such eyes of fire, such hair of gold!
Tell her, he comes, in blissful pride,
His lip yet sparkling with the tide,
That mantles in Olympian bowls,
The nectar of eternal souls ! " Who is the maid, with golden hair,
For her, for her he quits the skies, With eyes of fire and feet of air,
And to her kiss from nectar flies. Whose harp around my altar swells
Oh! he would hide his wreath of rays, The sweetest of a thousand shells ?"
And leave the world to pine for days, 'Twas thus the deity, who treads
Might he but pass the hours of shade, The arch of heaven, and grandly sheds
Imbosom'd by his Delphic maidDay froin his eye-lids !—thus he spoke,
She, more than earthly woman blest, As through my cell his glories broke.
He, more than god on woman's breast !" “Who is the maid, with golden hair,
There is a cave beneath the steep,' With eyes of fire and feet of air,
Where living rills of crystal weep Whose harp around my altar swells,
O'er herbage of the loveliest hue The sweetest of a thousand shells ?"
That ever spring begem'd with dew:
There oft the green bank's glossy tint Aphelia is the Delphic fair,?
Is brighten'd by the amorous print With eyes of fire and golden hair,
of many a faun and naiad's form, Aphelia's are the airy feet,
That still upon the dew is warm, And hers the harp divinely sweet ;
When virgins come, at peep of day, For foot so light has never trod
To kiss the sod where lovers lay! The laureld caverns of the god,
There, there,” the god, impassion'd, said, Nor harp so soft has ever given
“Soon as the twilight tinge is fled, A strain to earth or sigh to heaven.
And the dim orb of lunar souls? “Then tell the virgin to unfold,
Along its shadowy path-way rolls
There shall we find our bridal bed, In looser pomp, her locks of gold,
And ne'er did rosy rapture spread, And bid those eyes with fonder fire
Not even in Jove, voluptuous bowers,
A bridal bed so blest as ours !"
“ Tell the imperial God, who reigns, To where his sitting splendours burn
Sublime in oriental fanes, Upon the western sea-maid's urn
Whose towering turrets paint their pride
Upon Euphrates' pregnant tide ;3 1 This poem requires a little explanation. It is well Tell him, when to his midnight loves kr.Jwn tha, in the ancient temples, whenever a reverend
In mystic majesty he moves, priest, like the supposed author of the invitation before us, was inspired with a tender inclination towards any fair visitor of the shrine, and, at the saine time, felt a diffidence
1 The Corycian Cave, which Pausanias mentions. The in his own powers of persuasion, he had but to proclaim inhabitants of Parnassus beld it sacred to the Corycian that the God himself was enamoured of her, and had signi- nymphs, who were children of the river Plistus. fied his divine will that she should sleep in the interior of
2 See a preceding note, page 119. It should seem that the temple. Many a pious husband connived at this divine lunar spirits were of a purer order than spirits in general, as assignation, and even declared himself proud of the selec- Pythagoras was said by his followers to have descended from tion, with which his family had been distinguished by the the regions of the moon. The heresiarch Manes too imadeity. In the temple of Jupiter Belus, there was a splendid gined that the sun and moon are the residence of Christ, bed for these occasions. In Egyptian Thebes the same and that the ascension was nothing more than his flight to mockery was practised, and at the oracle of Patara in Ly- those orbs. cia, the priestess never could prophesy lill ao interview with
3 The temple of Jupiter Belus at Babylon, which conthe deity was allowed her. "The story which we read in sisted of several chapels and towers. "In the last tower Josephus (Lib. xviii. cap. 3.) of the Roman matron Paulina, (says Herodotus) is a large chapel, in which there lies a bed, whom the priests of Isis, for a bribe, betrayed in this mamer very splendidly ornamented, and beside it a table of gold; t Mundus, is a singular instance of the impudent excess to but there is no statue in the place. No man is allowed to which credulity suffered these impostures to be carried. sleep here, but the apartment is appropriated to a female, . This story has been put into the form of a little novel, under whom, if we believe the Chaldean priests, the deity selects the name of "La Pudicitia Schernita," by the licentious from the women of the country, as his favourite."-Lib. i and unfortunate Pallavicino, See his Opere Scelte, tom. i. I have made my priest here prefer a cave to the temple. The poem now before the reader, and a few more in the
2 In the 9th Pythic of Pindar, where Apollo, in the same present collection, are taken from a work, which I rather manner, requires of Chiron some information respecting the prematurely announced to the public, and which, perhaps very fair Cyreve, the Centaur, in obeying, very gravely apolo-luckily for myself, was interrupted by my voyage to Amerigizes for teiling the god what his omniscience must know so ca. The following fragments from the same work describe perfectly already:
the effect of one of these invitations of Apollo upon the Ει δε γε κρη και παρ σοφον αντιφερεξαι
mind of a young enthusiastic girl:-Epow'
Delphi heard her shrine proclaim, 3 Αλλ' τις δαφναδη γυαλα βησομαι ταδε. Εuripid. In oracles, the guilty flame. Ion. v. 76.
Apollo lov'd my youthful charms, 4 Ne deve partorir ammiratione ch' egli si pregiasse di Apollo woo'd me to his arms! auver una Deità concorrente nel possesso della moglie ; Suro, sure when man so oft allows mentre, anche, nei nostri secoli, non ostante così rigorose Religion's wreath to blind his brows, egge d'onore, trovasi chi s'ascrive à gloria il veder la mo- Weak wondering woman must believe, glio honorata da gli amplessi di un Principe.- Pallavicino. Where pride and zeal at once deceive.