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SONNET.

WHEN I sit musing on the chequer'd past

(A term much darken'd with untimely woes), My thoughts revert to her, for whom still flows The tear, though half disown’d; and binding fast Pride's stubborn cheat to my too yielding heart,

I say to her she robb’d me of my rest,

When that was all my wealth. 'Tistrue my breast Received from her this wearying, lingering smart ; Yet, ah! I cannot bid her form depart;

Though wrong’d, I love her—yet in anger love,

For she was most unworthy.—Then I prove Vindictive joy; and on my stern front gleams, Throned in dark clouds, inflexible . . . The native pride of my much injured heart.

SONNET.

Sweet to the gay of heart is Summer's smile,

Sweet the wild music of the laughing Spring; But ah! my soul far other scenes beguile,

Where gloomy storms their sullen shadows fling. Is it for me to strike the Idalian string

Raise the soft music of the warbling wire, While in my ears the howls of furies ring,

And melancholy waste the vital fire ?

Away with thoughts like these—To some lone cave Where howls the shrill blast, and where sweeps

the wave, Direct my steps; there, in the lonely drear,

I'll sit remote from worldly noise, and muse

Till through my soul shall Peace her balm infuse, And whisper sounds of comfort in mine ear.

SONNET.

Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shaftsBleak blows the blast-now howls—then faintly

diesAnd oft upon its awful wings it wafts

The dying wanderer's distant, feeble cries. Now, when athwart the gloom gaunt horror stalks,

And midnight hags their damned vigils hold, The pensive poet 'mid the wild waste walks,

And ponders on the ills life's paths unfold.
Mindless of dangers hovering round, he goes,

Insensible to every outward ill;
Yet oft his bosom heaves with rending throes,

And oft big tears adown his worn cheeks trill.
Ah! 'tis the anguish of a mental sore,
Which gnaws his heart, and bids him hope no more.

BALLADS, SONGS, AND HYMNS.

GONDOLINE.

A BALLAD.

The night it was still, and the moon it shone

Serenely on the sea,
And the waves at the foot of the rifted rock

They murmur'd pleasantly,

When Gondoline roam'd along the shore,

A maiden full fair to the sight; Though love had made bleak the rose on her cheek,

And turn'd it to deadly white.

Her thoughts they were drear, and the silent tear

It fill'd her faint blue eye, As oft she heard, in fancy's ear,

Her Bertrand's dying sigh.

Her Bertrand was the bravest youth

Of all our good king's men, And he was gone to the Holy Land

To fight the Saracen.

And many a month had pass'd away,

And many a rolling year,
But nothing the maid from Palestine

Could of her lover hear.

Full oft she vainly tried to pierce

The ocean's misty face;
Full oft she thought her lover's bark

She on the wave could trace.

And every night she placed a light

In the high rock's lonely tower, To guide her lover to the land,

Should the murky tempest lower.

But now despair had seized her breast,

And sunken in her eye; “ Oh tell me but if Bertrand live,

And I in peace will die.”

She wander'd o'er the lonely shore,

The curlew scream'd above, She heard the scream with a sickening heart,

Much boding of her love.

Yet still she kept her lonely way,

And this was all her cry, “ Oh! tell me but if Bertrand live,

And I in peace shall die.”

And now she came to a horrible rift

All in the rock’s hard side,
A bleak and blasted gak o'erspread

The cavern yawning wide.

And pendant from its dismal top

The deadly nightshade hung; The hemlock and the aconite

Across the mouth were flung.

And all within was dark and drear,

And all without was calm ;
Yet Gondoline enter'd, her soul upheld

By some deep-working charm.

And as she enter'd the cavern wide,

The moonbeam gleamed pale, And she saw a snake on the craggy rock,

It clung by its slimy tail.

Her foot it slipp'd, and she stood aghast,

She trod on a bloated toad;
Yet, still upheld by the secret charm,

She kept upon her road..

And now upon her frozen ear

Mysterious sounds arose ; So, on the mountain's piny top

The blustering north wind blows.

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