* TO MISS SUSAN BECKFORD, ON HER SINGING. I MORE than once have heard, at night, Who seemed, like thee, to breathe of heaven! But this was all a dream of sleep, And I have said, when morning shone I knew not then that fate had lent Through which my life has loved to tread, From lips of dearest lustre shed; When I have felt the warbled word From beauty's mouth of perfume sighing, Upon a rose's bosom lying; Though form and song at once combined Oh! I have found it all, at last, In thee, thou sweetest living lyre LINES WRITTEN At the coнos, or falls OF THE MOHAWK RIVER.* Già era in loco ove s'udia 'l rimbombo Dell' acqua FROM rise of morn till set of sun I've seen the mighty Mohawk run, Dante. There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately about these Falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene than the cultivated lands in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Mr. Weld's book. According to him, the perpendicular height of the Cohos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy six. The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful cataracts exhibit. And as I marked the woods of pine Through shades that frowned and flowers that smiled, That woo'd him to its calm caress, Yet, sometimes turning with the wind, As if to leave one look behind,— Oh! I have thought, and thinking sighed-- CHLORIS AND FANNY. CHLORIS! if I were Persia's king, SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.* Qua via difficilis, quaque est via nulla Ovid. Metam. lib. iii. v. 227. Now the vapour hot and damp, The idea of this poem occurred to me in passing through the very dreary wilderness between Batavia, a new settlement in the midst of the woods, and T Through the misty ether spreads Hither, sprites, who love to harm, Hither bend you, turn you hither the little village of Buffalo upon Lake Erie. This is the most fatiguing part of the route in travelling through the Genesee country to Niagara. * "The Five Confederated Nations (of Indians) were settled along the banks of the Susquehannah and the adjacent country, until the year 1779, when General Sullivan, with an army of 4000 men, drove them from their country to Niagara, where, being obliged to live on salted provisions, to which they were unaccustomed, great numbers of them died. Two hundred of them, it is said, were buried in one grave, where they had encamped."--Morse's American Geography. The alligator, who is supposed to lie in a torpid state all the winter, in the bank of some creek or pond, having previously swallowed a large number of pine-knots, which are his only sustenance during the time. This was the mode of punishment for murder (as Father Charlevoix tells us) among the Hurons:-"They laid the dead body upon poles at the top of a cabin, and the murderer was obliged to remain several days together, and to receive all that dropped from the carcass, not only on himself, but on his food." Or unto the dangerous pass To the Fiend presiding there!* TELL me the witching tale again, Say, Love in all thy spring of fame, When piety confessed the flame, And even thy errors were divine,— Did ever Muse's hand so fair, A glory round thy temples spread? Such perfume o'er thy altars shed? One maid there was who round her lyre But all her sighs were sighs of fire, The myrtle withered as she breathed! * "We find also collars of porcelain, tobacco, ears of maize, skins, &c., by the side of difficult and dangerous ways, on rocks, or by the side of the falls; and these are so many offerings made to the spirits which preside in these places." See Charlevoix's Letter on the Traditions and the Religion of the Savages of Canada. Father Hennepin, too, mentions this ceremony; he also says. "We took notice of one barbarian, who made a kind of sacrifice upon an oak at the Cascade of St. Anthony of Padau, upon the river Mississippi."-See Hennepin's Voyage into North America. N O you that love's celestial dream Too strongly through the vision glow! Or, Psyche knows, the boy will fly! Dear Psyche! many a charmèd hour, Thy mazy foot my soul hath traced! Where'er thy joys are numbered now, Has chained thee to thy Cupid's breast; Whether above the horizon dim, Thou risest to a cloudless pole ! * Or, lingering here, dost love to mark IMPROMPTU, UPON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS. O dulces comitum valete cœtus! No, never shall my soul forget Catullus. The friends I found so cordial-hearted; And dear shall be the night we parted! Oh! if regrets, however sweet, Must with the lapse of time decay, * By this image the Platonists expressed the middle state of the soul between sensible and intellectual existence. |