« ForrigeFortsæt »
Felix curarum, cui non Heliconia cordi
STAT. Silv., lib. iv. 4.
POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.
FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE.*
O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind!
Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve !
* See Note at the end of the volume.
soul a Voice there lives! It bids you hear the tale of Woe. When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretched to save, Fair, as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er.the wave, I've seen your breast with pity heave, And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve!
A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO
HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
UNDERNEATH an old oak tree
Where then did the Raven go?
He went high and low,
Many Autumns, many Springs
I can't tell half his adventures.
Raven's own oak. His young ones were killed; for they could not
depart, And their mother did die of a broken heart. The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did
sever; And they floated it down on the course of the
river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,
[ship. And with this tree and others they made a good The ship, it was launched ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could with
It bulged on a rock, and the waves rushed in fast: Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to
the blast. He heard the last shriek of the perishing soulsSee! see! o’er the topmast the mad water rolls !
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet, And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet, And he thank'd him again and again for this treat: They had taken his all, and Revenge it was
TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY.
On the wide level of a mountain's head,
A sister and a brother!
That far outstripp'd the other ;
For he, alas! is blind !