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ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.—Byron.
In deeming such inbabit many a spot?
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths—thy fields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, (Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving,)-boundless, endless, and sublimeThe image of Eternity—the throne of the lovisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy
I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
upon thy mane as I do here.
Where the breezes play by stealth,
Round the hermitage of health
Through the dim delirious air,
And the wanness of despair.
Clouds on clouds portentous spread ;
Hung on nature's shrinking head.
As the mighty thunder rolls ?
From the centre to the poles.
Should he from his ark of storms
Rend the veil, and show his face, At the judgment of his eye All the universe would die. Brighter, broader lightnings flash,
Hail and rain tempestuous fall,
Desolation threatens all.
While thine awful bolts are hurled, Oh! remember thou art love :
Spare, oh spare a guilty world. Stay thy flaming wrath awhile; See thy bow of promise smile. Welcome in the eastern cloud
Messenger of Mercy still; Now, ye winds, proclaim aloud,
Peace on earth, to man, good will ! Nature, God's repenting child, See thy parent reconciled! Hark! the nightingale, afar,
Sweetly sings the sun to rest;
In the rosy tinted west;
Nature's sore afflictions cease;
Has a covenant of peace. Vengeance drops her harmless rod, Mercy is the power of God!
ADDRESS TO A MUMMY.
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!)
In Thebes' streets, three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the
ruins are tremendous. Speak! for thou long enough hast acted dummy,
Thou hast a tongue-come let us hear its tone; Thou’rt standing on thy legs, above ground, Mummy!
Revisiting the glimpses of the moon, Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. Tell us—for doubtless thou canst recollect,
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame?
Of either Pyramid that bears his name!
By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade;
In Memnon's statue which at sunrise played ? Perhaps thou wert a priest—if so, my struggles Are vain,—Egyptian priests ne'er owned their juggles. Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat, ,
Has hob-a-nobb’d with Pharaoh glass to glass;
Or doff'd thine own, to let Queen Dido pass.
Hast any Roman soldier maul'd and knuckled,