We paused amid the pines that stood Tortured by storms to shapes as rude And soothed by every azure breath, Now all the tree-tops lay asleep, How calm it was! the silence there The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less To the soft flower beneath our feet, A spirit interfused3 around A thrilling, silent life, Our mortal nature's strife ; 2 inviolable, that may not be pro- 3 interfused, poured between. faned, or broken. And still I felt the centre of The magic circle there Was one fair form that filled with love We paused beneath the pools that lie In which the lovely forests grew, As in the upper air, More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there. There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn, Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above Can never well be seen, Were imaged by the water's love 4 atmosphere, the air that surrounds the earth. 5 firmament, the arch of the skies ; anciently thought to be a firm vault. 6 Pertaining to Elysium, the fabled abcde, in antiquity, of the blessed, after death. An atmosphere without a breath, Like one beloved the scene had lent The forests ever green, Less oft is peace in S(helley)'s mind, MRS. HEMANS.-Born, 1794; Died, 1835. Felicia Dorothea Hemans was born at Liverpool, and married a Captain Hemans, who, however, left her after she had had five sons. She was a woman of true genius-sweet, natural, and pleasant. Her poems fill a number of volumes, but among them her lyrics rank highest. THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP. WHAT hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, We ask not such from thee. ' lineament, feature-distinguish 1 unrecked of, unregarded. ing form. Yet more, the depths have more! What wealth untold, Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main! Yet more, the depths have more! Thy waves have rolled Sand hath filled up the palaces of old, Yet more, the billows and the depths have more! Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom To thee the love of woman hath gone down, 2 argosies, richly-laden merchant 3 revelry, festivity. ships. O'er youth's bright locks and beauty's flowery crown; J. G. LOCKHART.-Born, 1794; Died, 1851. John Gibson Lockhart, author of the "Life of Sir Walter Scott," and other valuable contributions to literature, was born in Scotland in 1794, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In 1826 he became editor of the "Quarterly Review," and continued to be so till 1853, the year before he died. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies, and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads, from which the following is taken. In the original it is one of the most admired of the ballads of Spain, and it has been often imitated by modern poets. THE BRIDAL OF ANDALLA. A Moorish Ballad. “Rise up, rise up, Xarifa; lay the golden cushion down; Rise up; come to the window, and gaze with all the Town, From gay guitar and violin the silver notes are flowing, And the lovely lute doth speak between the trumpet's lordly blowing, And banners bright from lattice light are waving everywhere, And the tall, tall plume of our cousin's bridegroom floats proudly in the air. Rise up, rise up, Xarifa; lay the golden cushion down; Rise up; come to the window, and gaze with all the Town. 66 Arise, arise, Xarifa; I see Andalla's face; He bends him to the people with a calm and princely grace: Through all the land of Xeres, and banks of Guadalquiver, Rode out bridegroom so brave as he, so brave and lovely, never. |