Just Allah! what must be thy look, When such a wretch before thee stands His creed of lust, and hate, and crime? Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round, Draw venom forth that drives men mad! Never did fierce Arabia send A satrap forth more direly great; Never was Iran doom'd to bend Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight. Her throne had fall'n,- her pride was crush'd, With hope and vengeance; — hearts that yet — Beam all the light of long lost days: As he shall know, well, dearly know, - Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there, Becalm'd in Heav'n's approving ray! Sleep on for purer eyes than thine Those waves were hush'd, those planets shine: By the white moonbeam's dazzling power; Should be awake at this sweet hour. Moore. TRAVELLERS TAKING SHELTER IN A FOREST. Obliged to seek some covert near at hand, And all within were paths and alleys wide, With footing worn, and leading inward far: Fair shelter, as it seemed, so soon they entered are. And on they pass, by pleasure forward led, The aspen, good for staves; the cypress, funeral. The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors, And poets sage; the fir that weepeth still; The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill; The myrrh, sweet gums distilling from its wound; The fruitful olive, and the plaintain round; The carver's holme; the maple, seldom inward sound. SONGS OF THE PIXIES. Spenser. The Pixies, in the superstition of Devonshire, are a race of beings invisibly small, and harmless or friendly to man. At a small distance from a village in that county, half way up a wood-covered hill, is an excavation, called the Pixies' parlour. The roots of old trees form its ceiling, and on its sides are innumerable cyphers, among which the author discovered his own cypher, and those of his brothers, cut by the hand of their childhood. At the foot of these hills flows the river Otter. this place the author conducted a party of young ladies during the summer months of 1793, one of whom, of stature elegantly small, and of complexion colourless yet clear, was proclaimed the Fairy Queen. On which occasion, and at which time, the following irregular ode was written. I. Whom the untaught shepherds call Pixies in their madrigal, Fancy's children, here we dwell; Welcome, Ladies! to our cell. Το Here, the wren, of softest note, II. When fades the moon all shadowy pale, That glows on Summer's scented plume, III. But not one filmy pinion, We scorch amid the blaze of day, When noon-tide's fiery tressed minion Flashes the fervid ray. Aye from the sultry heat, We in the cave retreat, O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined With wildest texture, blackened o'er with age; Round them their mantle green the ivies bind, Beneath whose foliage pale, Fanned by the unfrequent gale, We shield us from the tyrant's mid-day rage. IV. Thither, while the murmuring throng A youthful Bard, "unknown to fame," As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name Weaving gay dreams of sunny tinctured hue We glance before his view: O'er his hushed soul our soothing witcheries shed, And twine our fairy garlands round his head. V. When Evening's dusky car, Crowned with her dewy star, Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight, On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze, Veiled from the grösser ken of mortal sight: Or, haply at the visionary hour, Along our wild sequestered walk, We listen to the enamoured rustic's talk; |