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Juan would question further, but she press'd
His lip to hers, and silenced him with this, And then dismiss'd the omen from her breast,
Defying augury with that fond kiss; And no doubt of all methods 't is the best :
Some people prefer wine — 't is not amiss; I have tried both ;(1) so those who would a part take May choose between the headache and the heartache.
One of the two, according to your choice,
Woman or wine, you'll have to undergo; Both maladies are taxes on our joys:
But which to choose, I really hardly know; And if I had to give a casting voice,
For both sides I could many reasons show, And then decide, without great wrong to either, It were much better to have both than neither.
Juan and Haidée gazed upon each other
With swimming looks of speechless tenderness, Which mix'd all feelings, friend, child, lover, brother,
All that the best can mingle and express
(1) [" The effect of all wines and spirits upon me is strange. It settles, but it makes me gloomy - gloomy at the very moment of their effect, and not'gay hardly ever. But it composes for a time, though sullenly. Swim. ming raises my spirits, - but in general they are low, and get daily lower. That is hopeless; for I do not think I am so much ennuyé as I was at nineteen." - B. Diary, 1821.]
When two pure hearts are pour'd in one another,
And love too much, and yet can not love less;
Mix'd in each other's arms, and heart in heart,
Years could but bring them cruel things or wrong; The world was not for them, nor the world's art
For beings passionate as Sappho's song; Love was born with them, in them, so intense, It was their very spirit—not a sense.
Unseen as sings the nightingale ;(?) they were
(1) [“ Learn by a mortal yearning to ascend
Towards a higher object. Love was given,
For this the passion to excess was driven -
WORDSWORTH's Laodamia.] (2) [" The shadowy, desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns :
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.” — SHAKSPEARE.] (3) [MS. — “Call'd social, where all vice and hatred are."]
How lonely every freeborn creature broods !
The sweetest song-birds nestle in a pair ; The eagle soars alone; the gull and crow Flock o'er their carrion, just like men below.
Now pillow'd cheek to cheek, in loving sleep,
Haidée and Juan their siesta took,
For ever and anon a something shook
And Haidée's sweet lips murmur'd like a brook A wordless music, and her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air ;(1)
Within an Alpine hollow, when the wind
The mystical usurper of the mind — (2) (1) [In one of Wilson's minor poems, “On the Death of a Child” (1812), occurs this beautiful image:
“ All her innocent thoughts, Like rose-leaves scatter'd." - -E] (2) [" We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps, and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps. At my nativity my ascendant was the watery sign of Scorpius ; I was born in the planetary hour of Saturn, and I think I have a piece of that leaden planet in me. I am no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardise of company; yet in one dream I can compose a whole comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof.
Were my memory as faithful as my reason is then fruitful, I would never study but in my dreams; and this time also would I choose for my devotions; but our grosser memories have then so little hold of our abstracted under. standings, that they forget the story, and can only relate to our awakened souls a confused and broken tale of that that has passed." - SIR TAOMAS BROWNE.]
O’erpowering us to be whate'er may seem
Good to the soul which we no more can bind; Strange state of being ! (for 't is still to be) Senseless to feel, and with seald eyes to see.(')
She dream'd of being alone on the sea-shore, (2)
Chain’d to a rock; she knew not how, but stir She could not from the spot, and the loud roar
Grew, and each wave rose roughly, threatening her;
(1) [MS. — “Strange state of being !- for 't is still to be
And who can know all false what then we see ?"] (2) [" One of the finest moral tales I ever read, is an account of a dream in the Tatler, which, though it has every appearance of a real dream, comprehends a moral so sublime and so interesting, that I question whether any man who attends to it can ever forget it; and, if he remembers, whether he can ever cease to be the better for it. Addison is the author of the paper; and I shall give the story in his own elegant words :-'I was once in agonies of grief that are unutterable, and in so great a distraction of mind, that I thought myself even out of the possibility of receiving com. fort. The occasion was as follows:- When I was a youth, in a part of the army which was then quartered at Dover, I fell in love with an agreeable young woman of a good family in those parts, and had the satisfaction of seeing my addresses kindly received, which occasioned the perplexity I am going to relate. We were, in a calm evening, diverting ourselves, on the top of a cliff, with the prospect of the sea; and trifling away the time in such little fondnesses, as are most ridiculous to people in business, and most agreeable to those in love. In the midst of these our innocent endearments, she snatched a paper of verses out of my hand, and ran away with them. I was following her; when on a sudden the ground, though at a considerable distance from the verge of the precipice, sunk under her, and threw her down from so prodigious a height, upon such a range of rocks, as would have dashed her into ten thousand pieces, had her body been made of adamant. It is much easier for my reader to imagine my state of mind upon such an occasion, than for me to express it. I said to myself, it is not in the power of Heaven to relieve me when I awaked, equally transported and astonished, to see myself drawn out of an affliction, which, the very moment before, appeared to be altogether inextricable.' - What fable of Æsop, nay of Homer, or of Virgil, conveys so fine a moral ? Yet most people have, if I mistake not, met with such deliver. VOL. XVI.
And o'er her upper lip they seem'd to pour,
Until she sobb’d for breath, and soon they were Foaming o'er her lone head, so fierce and highEach broke to drown her, yet she could not die.
Anon— she was released, and then she stray'd (1)
O'er the sharp shingles with her bleeding feet, And stumbled almost every step she made;
And something roll'd before her in a sheet, Which she must still pursue howe'er afraid :
'Twas white and indistinct, nor stopp'd to meet Her glance nor grasp, for still she gazed and grasp’d, And ran, but it escaped her as she clasp'd.
The dream changed:- - in a cave she stood, its walls
Were hung with marble icicles; the work Of ages on its water-fretted halls, [and lurk;
Where waves might wash, and seals might breed Her hair was dripping, and the very balls
Of her black eyes seem'd turn'd to tears, and mirk The sharp rocks look'd below each drop they caught, Which froze to marble as it fell,- she thought.
ances by means of a dream. Let us not despise instruction, how 'mean soever the vehicle may be that brings it. Even if it be a dream, let us learn to profit by it. For, whether asleep or awake, we are equally the care of Providence; and neither a dream, nor a waking thought, can occur to us without the permission of Him in whom we live, and move, and have our being." - DR. BEATTIE.]
(1) [MS. — “ Anon- there were no waters — but she stray'd
O'er the sharp shingles," &c.]