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BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIEGE.
The measure, simple truth to tell,
Was fit for some gay throng ;
The shadow and the song.
The strain seemed doubly dear,
Had fallen upon the ear.
It was a breezy hour of eve ;
And pinnacle and spire
Clothed with innocuous fire ;
Showed little of his state ;
Twas through an iron grate.
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose ?
Not always is the heart unwise,
Nor pity idly born,
For them who do not mourn.
Captive, whoe'er thou be!
And opening life to thee?
Such feeling pressed upon my soul,
A feeling sanctified
From the Maiden at my side ;
Borne gaily o'er the sea,
Of English liberty ?
Was it to disenchant, and to undo,
many an old romantic strain
AFTER VISITING THE FIELD OF WATERLOO.
IN THE CATHEDRAL AT COLOGNE.
A WINGÈD Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought O POR the help of Angels to complete
Who dwells in heaven! But that aspiring heat Hovered in air above the far-famed Spot.
Hath failed; and now, ye Powers! whose gorgeous She vanished ; leaving prospect blank and cold
wings Of wind-swept corn that wide around us rolled And splendid aspect yon emblazonings In dreary billows, wood, and meagre cot,
But faintly picture, 'twere an office meet
The midnight virtues of your harmony :-
THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE.
IN A CARRIAGE, UPON THE BANKS OF THE RHINE.
Nor, like his great Compeers, indignantly
FOR THE BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH THE RAPIDS
UNDER THE CASTLE OP HEIDELBERG.
JESU ! bless our slender Boat,
By the current swept along; Loud its threatenings—let them not
Drown the music of a song Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar!
ON APPROACHING THE STAUB-BACH, LAUTERBRUNNEN.
Saviour, for our warning, seen
Bleeding on that precious Rood; If, while through the meadows green
Gently wound the peaceful flood, We forgot Thee, do not Thou Disregard thy Suppliants now!
THE FALL OF THE AAR-HANDEC.
Hither, like yon ancient Tower
Watching o'er the River's bed, Fling the shadow of thy power,
Else we sleep among the dead; Thou who trod’st the billowy sea, Shield us in our jeopardy!
Guide our Bark among the waves ;
Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves
Let thy love its anger soothe: All our hope is placed in Thee; Miserere Domine */
From the fierce aspect of this River, throwing
* See Note.
* See Note.
+ See Note.
And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss
What know we of the Blest above But that they sing and that they love!' Yet, if they ever did inspire A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir, Now, where those harvest Damsels float Homeward in their rugged Boat, (While all the ruffling winds are fledEach slumbering on some mountain's head) Now, surely, hath that gracious aid Been felt, that influence is displayed. Pupils of Heaven, in order stand The rustic Maidens, every hand Upon a Sister's shoulder laid, To chant, as glides the boat along, A simple, but a touching, song ; To chant, as Angels do above, The melodies of Peace in love !
COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE CATHOLIC CANTONS.
DOOMED as we are our native dust
MEEK Virgin Mother, more benign
These crowded offerings as they hang
IN PRESENCE OF THE PAINTED TOWER OF TELL,
AT ALTORF. This Tower stands upon the spot where grew the Linden
Tree against which his Son is said to have been placed, when the Father's archery was put to proof under circumstances so famous in Swiss Story. What though the Italian pencil wrought not here, Nor such fine skill as did the meed bestow On Marathonian valour, yet the tear Springs forth in presence of this gaudy show, While narrow cares their limits overflow. Thrice happy, burghers, peasants, warriors old, Infants in arms, and ye, that as ye go Home-ward or school-ward, ape what ye behold; Heroes before your time, in frolic fancy bold !
To Thee, in this aërial cleft,
And when that calm Spectatress from on high
* See Note.
+ Mount Righi.
THE TOWN OF SCHWYTZ.
Then might the passing Monk receive a boon Are moved, for me—upon this Mountain named
Yield to the Music's touching influence;
And joys of distant home my heart enchain.
The Ruins of Fort Fuentes form the crest of a rocky eminence that rises from the plain at the head of the lake of Como, commanding views up the Valteline, and toward the town of Chiavenna. The prospect in the latter direction is characterised by melancholy sublimity. We rejoiced at being favoured with a distinct view of those Alpine
heights; not, as we had expected from the breaking up of By antique Fancy trimmed—though lowly, bred
the storm, steeped in celestial glory, yet in communion
with clouds floating or stationary-scatterings from heaven. To dignity—in thee, O Schwytz! are seen
The Ruin is interesting both in mass and in detail. An The genuine features of the golden mean ;
Inscription, upon elaborately-sculptured marble lying on Equality by Prudence governèd,
the ground, records that the Fort had been erected by Or jealous Nature ruling in her stead ;
Count Fuentes in the year 1600, during the reign of Philip And, therefore, art thou blest with peace, serene
the Third; and the Chapel, about twenty years after, by
one of his Descendants. Marble pillars of gateways are As that of the sweet fields and meadows green yet standing, and a considerable part of the Chapel walls: In unambitious compass round thee spread. a smooth green turf has taken place of the pavement, and Majestic Berne, high on her guardian steep,
we could see no trace of altar or image ; but everywhere
something to remind one of former splendour, and of Holding a central station of command,
devastation and tumult. In our ascent we had passed Might well be styled this noble body's Head;
abundance of wild vines intermingled with bushes : near Thou, lodged’mid mountainous entrenchments deep, the ruins were some ill tended, but growing willingly; Its Heart; and ever may the heroic Land and rock, turf, and fragments of the pile, are alike covered
or adorned with a variety of flowers, among whieh the Thy name, 0 Schwytz, in happy freedom keep * !
rose-coloured pink was growing in great beauty. While descending, we discovered on the ground, apart from the path,and at a considerable distance from the ruined Chapel, a statue of a Child in pure white marble, uninjured by the
explosion that had driven it so far down the hill. «How XXII.
little," we exclaimed, “are these things valued here ! ON HEARING THE “RANZ DES VACHES
Could we but transport this pretty Image to our own
garden!"_Yet it seemed it would have been a pity any one OF THE PASS OP ST. GOTHARD.
should remove it from its couch in the wilderness, which I LISTEN—but no faculty of mine
may be its own for hundreds of years—Extract from Avails those modulations to detect,
DREAD hour! when, upheaved by war's sulphurous
blast, (So fame reports) and die,-his sweet-breath'd kine
This sweet-visaged Cherub of Parian stone Remembering, and green Alpine pastures decked
So far from the holy enclosure was cast,
To couch in this thicket of brambles alone, With vernal flowers. Yet may we not reject The tale as fabulous. Here while I recline, Mindful how others by this simple Strain To rest where the lizard may bask in the palm
Of his half-open hand pure from blemish or speck; * Nearly 500 years (says Ebel, speaking of the French
And the green, gilded snake, without troubling the Invasion,) had elapsed, when, for the first time, foreign
calm soldiers were seen upon the frontiers of this small Canton, to impose upon it the laws of their governors.
Of the beautiful countenance, twine round his neck;
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