Hesperus hail again! thy light Whom the sadder Moon for spite RUBIES. Often have I heard it said When she kiss'd me once in play, Will they be as bright agen? THE NEREID. Beloved the last! beloved the most! The Nereid Maids, in days of yore, Afar, the youngest of the train Beheld (but fear'd and aided not) A minstrel from the billowy main Borne breathless near her coral grot. Then terror fled, and pity rose : "Ah me!" she cried, "I come too late! Rather than not have soothed his woes I would, but may not, share his fate." She raised his hand : "What hand like this Or breathe, incessant, soft desire ! " From eve to morn, from morn to eve, THE MAID'S LAMENT. I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone, I check'd him while he spoke; yet could he speak, For reasons not to love him once I sought, To vex myself and him; I now would give Who lately lived for me and, when he found He hid his face amid the shades of death. Who wasted his for me; but mine returns With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years "Merciful God!"-such was his latest prayer : “These may she never share ! ” Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold Where children spell athwart the churchyard-gate Pray for him, gentle souls! whoe'er you be ; MARGARET. Mother! I cannot mind my wheel; No longer could I doubt him true : TO YOUTH. Where art thou gone? light-ankled Youth! Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near I doubted it, I felt no fear, If aught befell it, Love was by I may not call thee back; but thou Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow Then smiling eyes bend over mine; ERINNA TO LOVE. Who breathes to thee the holiest prayer, O Love! is ever least thy care. Alas! I may not ask thee why 'tis so: Because a fiery scroll I see Hung at the throne of Destiny, "Reason with Love and register with Woe!" Few question thee, for thou art strong, And, laughing loud at Right and Wrong, Seizest and dashest down the rich, the poor; Thy sceptre's iron studs alike The meaner and the prouder strike, And wise and simple fear thee and adore. THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844. THE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown! When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's Crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine While the sign of battle flew It was ten of April morn by the chime. There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between : "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried : when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom ; Then ceased ;—and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom. Out spoke the Victor then, "Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save,— So peace instead of death let us bring! With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king!" |