THERE is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only Poets know;-'t was rightly said; Whom could the Muses else allure to tread Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest chains?
When happiest Fancy has inspired the strains, How oft the malice of one luckless word Pursues the Enthusiast to the social board, Haunts him belated on the silent plains! Yet he repines not, if his thought stand clear, At last, of hindrance and obscurity,
Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of morn; Bright, speckless, as a softly-moulded tear The moment it has left the virgin's eye, Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn.
THE Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, "Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!" Triumph Forthwith that little cloud in ether spread And penetrated all with tender light,
She cast away, and showed her fulgent head Uncovered; dazzling the Beholder's sight As if to vindicate her beauty's right, Her beauty thoughtlessly disparagèd. Meanwhile that veil, removed or thrown aside, Went floating from her, darkening as it went ; And a huge mass, to bury or to hide, Approached this glory of the firmament ; Who meekly yields, and is obscured-content With one calm triumph of a modest pride.
Snowdrops WHEN haughty expectations prostrate lie, in the Storm And grandeur couches like a guilty thing, Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring Mature release, in fair society
Survive, and Fortune's utmost anger try; Like these frail snow-drops that together cling, And nod their helmets, smitten by the wing Of many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by. Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand
The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate;
And so the bright immortal Theban band, Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove's command, Might overwhelm, but could not separate !
Hail, HAIL, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! Twilight Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night; But studious only to remove from sight
Day's mutable distinctions.-Ancient Power! Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Looked ere his eyes were closed. By him was seen The self-same vision which we now behold, At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought forth;
These mighty barriers, and the gulf between ; The flood, the stars,- —a spectacle as old As the beginning of the heavens and earth!
"WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the To the
How silently, and with how wan a face! Where art thou? Thou so often seen on high Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's race Unhappy Nuns, whose common breath's a sigh Which they would stifle, move at such a pace ! The northern Wind, to call thee to the chase, Must blow to-night his bugle horn. Had I The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be: And all the stars, fast as the clouds were riven, Should sally forth, to keep thee company, Hurrying and sparkling through the clear blue heaven;
But, Cynthia! should to thee the palm be given, Queen both for beauty and for majesty.
EVEN as a dragon's eye that feels the stress Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp Sullenly glaring through sepulchral damp, So burns yon Taper 'mid a black recess Of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless ⚫ The lake below reflects it not; the sky, Muffled in clouds, affords no company To mitigate and cheer its loneliness. Yet, round the body of that joyless Thing Which sends so far its melancholy light, Perhaps are seated in domestic ring A gay society with faces bright,
Conversing, reading, laughing;-or they sing, While hearts and voices in the song unite.
Nature's THE stars are mansions built by Nature's hand; many And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Mansions
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest;
All that we see is dome, or vault, or nest, Or fortress, reared at Nature's sage command. Glad thought for every season! but the Spring Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart, 'Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring; And while the youthful year's prolific art- Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower-was fashioning Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.
Between the DESPONDING Father! mark this altered bough, Flower and So beautiful of late, with sunshine warmed, the Fruit Or moist with dew; what more unsightly now, Its blossoms shrivelled, and its fruit, if formed, Invisible? yet Spring her genial brow Knits not o'er that discolouring and decay As false to expectation. Nor fret thou At like unlovely process in the May Of human life: a Stripling's graces blow, Fade and are shed, that from their timely fall (Misdeem it not a cankerous change) may grow Rich mellow bearings, that for thanks shall call: In all men, sinful is it to be slow
To hope-in Parents, sinful above all.
"As the cold aspect of a sunless way
Strikes through the Traveller's frame with dead- Mary Queen
Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill, Glistening with unparticipated ray,
Or shining slope where he must never stray; So joys, remembered without wish or will, Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,- On the crushed heart a heavier burthen lay. Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind To fit proportion with my altered state! Quench those felicities whose light I find Reflected in my bosom all too late!— O be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait; And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!"
WHEN human touch (as monkish books attest) Nor was applied nor could be, Ledbury bells Broke forth in concert flung adown the dells, And upward, high as Malvern's cloudy crest; Sweet tones, and caught by a noble Lady blest To rapture! Mabel listened at the side
Of her loved mistress: soon the music died, And Catherine said, Here E set up my rest. Warned in a dream, the Wanderer long had sought A home that by such miracle of sound Must be revealed :-she heard it now, or felt The deep, deep joy of a confiding thought; And there, a saintly Anchoress, she dwelt Till she exchanged for heaven that happy ground.
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