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Mountains and seas fled backward as he passed O'er the great globe, by not a cloud o'ercast From the ANTARCTICK, from the Land of Fire * To where Alaska's wintry wilds retire; From mines of gold, and giant-sons of earth, To grots of ice, and tribes of pigmy birth Who freeze alive, nor, dead, in dust repose, High-hung in forests to the casing snows.
Now mid angelic multitudes he flies, That hourly come with blessings from the skies; Wings the blue element, and, borne sublime, Eyes the set sun, gilding each distant clime; Then, like a meteor, shooting to the main, Melts into pure intelligence again.
Tierra del Fuego.
A Mutiny excited. What tho' Despondence reigned, and wild AffrightStretched in the midst, and, thro' that dismal night, By his white plume revealed and buskins white, Slept Roldan. When he closed his gay career, Hope fled for ever, and with Hope fled Fear. Blest with each gift indulgent Fortune sends, Birth and its rights, wealth and its train of friends, Star-like he shone! Now beggared and alone, Danger he wooed, and claimed her for his own.
O'er him a Vampire his dark wings displayed. 'Twas Merion's self, covering with dreadful shade. He came, and, couched on ROLDAN's ample breast, Each secret pore of breathing life possessed, Fanning the sleep that seemed his final rest; Then, inly gliding like a subtle flame, Thrice, with a cry that thrilled the mortal frame, Called on the Spirit within. Disdaining flight, Calmly she rose, collecting all her might. *
-magnum si pectore possit Excussisse deum.
Dire was the dark encounter! Long unquelled,
Not long to slumber! In an evil hour
All melt in tears! but what can tears avail? These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail. These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear Smiting of hands, out-cries of grief and fear, † (That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still, Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill) “ Were there no graves-none in our land,” they cry, " That thou hast brought us on the deep to die ?"
Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak
* Euripides in Alcest, v. 255.
“ Generous and brave! when God himself is here,
At length among us came an unknown Voice!