With smiling eyes, that little thought

How fatal were the beams they throw, My trembling hands you lightly caught,

And round me, like a spirit, flew.

I felt, so strongly fancy's power
Came o'er me in that witching hour,-
As if the whole bright scenery there

Were lighted by a Grecian sky,
And I then breathed the blissful air

That late had thrillid to Sappho's sigh.

Heedless of all, but you alone,

And you, at least, should not condemn, If, when such eyes before me shone,

My soul forgot all eyes but them,

I dared to whisper passion's vow,

For love had ev'n of thought bereft me,Nay, half-way bent to kiss that brow,

But, with a bound, you blushing left me.

Forget, forget that night's offence,

Forgive it, if, alas ! you can; 'Twas love, 'twas passion-soul and sense

"Twas all that's best and worst in man.

Thus, waking, dream'd 1,--and when Sleep

Came o'er my sense, the dream went on;
Nor, through her curtain dim and deep,

Hath ever lovelier vison shone.
I thought that, all enrapt, I stray'd
Through that serene, luxurious shade,'
Where Epicurus taught tho Loves

To polish virtue's native brightness,-
As pearls, we're told, that fondling doves

Have play'd with, wear a smoother whitenese 'Twas one of those delicious nights

So common in the climes of Greece,
When day withdraws bul half its lights,

And all is moonshine, balm, and peace.
And thou wert there, my own beloved,
And by thy side I fondly roved
Through many a temple's reverend gloom,
And many a bower's seductive bloom,
Where Beauty learn'd what Wisdom taught,
And sages sigh’d and lovers thought;
Where schoolmen conn'd no maxims stern,

But all was form'd to sooth or move,
To make the dullest love to learn,

To make the coldest learn to love.

That moment, did th' assembled eyes

Of heaven and earth my madness view,
I should have seen, through earth and skies,

But you alone—but only you.

Did not a frown from you reprove,

Myriads of eyes to me were none; Enough for me to win your love,

And die upon the spot when won.

A DREAM OF ANTIQUITY.

I just had turn'd the classic page,

And traced that happy period over, When blest alike were youth and age, And love inspired the wisest sage,

And wisdom grace, the tenderest lover.

And now the fairy pathway seem'd

To lead us through enchanted ground,
Where all that bard has ever dream'd

Of love or luxury bloom'd around.
Oh! 'twas a bright, bewild'ring scene-
Along the alley's deep'ning green
Soft lamps, that hung like burning flowers,
And scented and illumed the bowers,
Seem'd, as to him, who darkling roves
Amid the lone Hercynian groves,
Appear those countless birds of light,
That sparkle in the leaves at night,
And from their wings diffuse a ray
Along the traveller's weary way.®
'Twas light of that mysterious kind,

Through which the soul perchance may roam
When it has left this world behind,

And gone to seek its heavenly home.

Before I laid me down to sliep,

Awhile I from the lattice guzed Upon that still and moonlight deep,

With isles like floating gardens raised For Ariel there his sports to keep ; While, gliding 'twixt their leafy shores, The lone night-fisher plied his oars.

1 Gassendi thinks that the gardens, which Pausanias men ? This method of polishing pearls, by leaving them awhi tions in his first book, were those of Epicurus; and Stuart to be played with by doves, is mentioned by the fanciful Ca says, in his Antiquities of Athens, “ Near this convent (the danus, de Rerum Varietat. lib. vii. cap. 34. convent of Hagios Asomatos) is the place called at present 3 In Hercynio Germaniæ saltu inusitata genera alitum ai Kepol, or the Gardens; and Ampelos Kepos, or the Vine- cepimus, quarum plumæ, ignium modo, colluceant noctibu yard Garden: these were probably the gardens which Pau - Plin. lib. I. cap. 47. sanias visited." Vol. i. chap. 2.

And, Nea, thou wert by my side,
Through all this heav'nward path my guide.

To-morrow I sail for those cinnamon groves,'
Where nightly the ghost of the Carribee roves,
And, far from the light of those eyes, I may yet
Their allurements forgive and their splendor forgot.

Farewell to Bermuda, and long may the bloom
Of the lemon and myrtle its valleys perfume ;
May spring to eternity hallow the shade,
Where Ariel has warbled and Waller has stray'd.
And thou—when, at dawn, thou shalt happen to

roam

But, lo, as wand'ring thus we ranged
That upward path, the vision changed ;
And now, methought, we stole along

Through halls of more voluptuous glory
Than ever lived in Teian song,

Or wanton'd in Milesian story.'
And nymphs were there, whose very eyes
Seem'd soften' o'er with breath of sighs;
Whose ev'ry ringlet, as it wreath’d,
A mute appeal to passion breathed.
Some flew, with amber cups, around,

Pouring the flowery wines of Crete;'
And, as they pass’d with youthful bound,

The onyx shone beneath their feet. While others, waving arms of snow

Entwined by snakes of burnish'd gold,
And showing charms, as loath to show,

Through many a thin Tarentian fold,
Glided among the festal throng
Bearing rich urns of flowers along.
Where roses lay, in languor breathing,
And the young bee-grape, round them wreathing,
Hung on their blushes warm and meek,
Like curls upon a rosy cheek.

Through the lime-cover'd alley that leads to thy

home,
Where oft, when the dance and the revel were done,
And the stars were beginning to fade in the sun,
I have led thee along, and have told by the way
What my heart all the night had been burning to

say-
Oh! think of the past-give a sigh to those times,
And a blessing for me to that alley of limes.

If I were yonder wave, my dear,

And thou the isle it clasps around,
I would not let a foot come near

My land of bliss, my fairy ground.

Oh, Nea! why did morning break

The spell that thus divinely bound me? Why did I wake ? how could I wake

With thee my own and heaven around me !

If I were yonder conch of gold,

And thou the pearl within it placed,
I would not let an eye behold

The sacred gems my arms embraced.

Well-peace to thy heart, though another’s it be,
And health to that cheek, though it bloom not for

me!

If I were yonder orange-treo,

And thou the blossom blooming there,
I would not yield a breath of thee

To scent the most imploring air.

1 The Milesiacs, or Milesian fables, had their origin in 'Mi the Muscatel, (a muscarum telis,") says Pancirollus, book i., letas, a luxurious town of lonia. Aristides was the most sect. 1, chap. 17. celebrated author of these licentious fictions. See Plutarch, 7 I had, at this time, some idea of paying a visit to the (in Crasso,) who calls them axudaoru Biblia.

West Indies. * * Some of the Cretan wines, which Athenæus calls orvos 8 The inhabitants pronounce the name as if it were writartaculas, from their fragrancy resembling that of the ten Bermooda. See the commentators on the words “stillo finest flowers."- Barry on Wines, chap. vii.

vex'd Bermoothes," in the Tempest.-I wonder it did not · It appears that in very splendid mansions, the floor or occur to some of those all-reading gentlemen that, possibly, pavement was frequently of onyx. Thus Martial : “Calca the discoverer of this “ island of hogs and devils" might have fusque tuo sub pede lucet onyx." Epig. 50, lib. xii.

been no less a personage than the great John Bermudez, • Bracelets of this shape were a favorite ornament among who, about the same period (the beginning of the sixteenth the women of antiquity. oi cheKapitologis kai al Xpvoor century) was sent Patriarch of the Latin church to Ethiopia, redai Oaidos kat Aprorayopas kai Aaidos ¢uppaxa.--Philos- and has left us most wonderful stories of the Amazons and trat. Epist. xl. Lucian, too, tells us of the Bpaxiouoi dpa- the Griffins which he encountered.-- Trarels of the Jesuits, **T05. See his Amores, where he describes the dressing. vol. i. I am afraid, however, it would take the Patriarch roon of a Grecian lady, and we find the "silver vase," the rather too much out of his way. muge, the tooth-powder, and all the “mystic order" of a 9 Johnson does not think that Waller was ever at Bermuda; modern toilet.

but the “ Account of the European Settlements in America" ο Ταραντινιδιον, διαφανες ενδυμα, ωνομασμενος απο της affirms it confidently, (vol. ii.) I mention this work, however, Ταραντινων χρήσεως και τρυφης.-Pollur.

less for its authority than for the pleasure I feel in quoting • Apiana, mentioned by Pliny, lib. xiv., and “now called an unacknowledged production of the great Edníund Burke.