4 From the climes of the sun, all war-worn and weary, God speed thee, Eustace D'Argencourt, be brave, &c. Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note? ........ Page. 212 203 60 How wild and dim this life appears, ...... I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, ..., I did not weep, when I was told, I had a dream, which was not all a dream, .................. I saw a pauper once-when I was young, ........ I saw her laid in the silent tomb, I spring from the gold mottled east, ......... In ancient time, near the wide ocean strand, In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay, In sooth 'tis pleasant on a summer morn, ... Ipsara! thy glory is gone from the sea, ... It comes-it comes upon the gale, ........ I've seen the lovely garden flowers, ........ Knowest thou the land where the hardy green thistle, Know, solemn visitant of the remains, Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle, ........................ My boy refused his food, forgot to play, .................... My child, my child, thou leav'st me! I shall heary ...... 98 59 63 201 34 189*** 541 73 24 1.305 117 119 53 193 126 14 Page. My untried muse shall no high tune assume, 67 Not easily, my friend, can I recount, O could my spirit fly from this dark world of woe, ........... Oh poverty is this a child of thine, ............ Our days, alas! our mortal days, '................ .................................. Reader! the mortal part is here interred, Scenes of my youth! ye once were dear, .. She was a thing of morn, with the soft calm, 43 Smile through thy tears like the blush moss-rose, 205 Soldier! so tender of thy Prince's fame, 219 Soon shall I lay my head, .......................... 231 So prayed the Psalmist to be free, ........................................... ....................... 47 Stranger, pause--for thee the day, .............. 199 Stranger! who sleeps in yonder, nameless grave, 9 Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star, ...................................................... 131 The bark that held a prince went down, The curling waves with awful roar, ..................................... The day-light is fading! the cloud-broken ray, There is a land, of every land the pride, 90 There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet, 142 The silver lamp burns dead and dim, 119 The soft blooms of summer are fair to the eye, 130 They bid me sleep-they bid me pray, .. 218 They have made her a grave too cold and damp, ............. 124 Thou art come from the spirits' land, thou bird, 171 'Tis thou that soothest the deathbed of the saint, 117 'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve, 220 Upon yon dial-stone, Weep, Emmeline, weep, .......................... 247 110 Weep not for me, mother! because I must die, 176 What hidest thou in thy treasure caves and cells? 82 What's earthly hope ?-a worthless thing, 204 When night sits on the earth, and tower and town,` ................................ 158 When the last sunshine of expiring day, 85 When the sun is laid in his purple shroud, 145 When the sun shines out bright, J3 When years of pain and peril past, .............................................. 194 Where are you with whom in life I started, 249 Who hushed my infant cares to rest, 108 "Why loves my flower, (the sweetest flower,)' 221 Wild as the rocking of a bark upon a stormy sea, ............................. 111 229 Yea, if the world have loved thee not, ............. .............................. 103 Yes, thou art changed since first we met, ........................................... 33 144 Yes! I have seen the ancient oak, ............. 133 Yet such the destiny of all on earth, .......... 177 THE POETICAL MELANGE. CUMNOR HALL. The famous Earl of Leicester, Queen Elizabeth's favourite, was early married to the unfortunate subject of the following poem, by name Amy Robsart. After his advancement at Court, his former love to his Countess was changed into hatred, as he considered her as the only bar to his ambitious project of marrying Queen Elizabeth. Accordingly, far from bringing her to Court, he confined her in an ancient Gothic building in Berkshire, upon his manor of Cumnor, which had formerly been an Abbey. From this dreary solitude she disappeared so very unaccountably, and her husband's account of her death seemed so suspicious, that it was generally believed she was there murdered. The particulars which led to these suspicions may be found in a book called Leicester's Commonwealth, well known to book-collectors, and supposed to be written by Parsons the Jesuit. This beautiful ballad was written by William Julius Mickle, the translator of the Lusiad, and published in Evan's Ancient Ballads. The Author of Waverley's admiration of the ballad induced him to found, on the same incidents, the popular Romance of Kenilworth. The moone (sweet regente of the sky,) And many an oake that grew therebye. Now noughte was hearde beneathe the skies, That issued from that lonely pile. 'Leicester,' shee cried, is thys thy love No more thou com'st with lover's speede, But bee she alive, or bee she deade, I feare (sterne earle's) the same to thee. |