roll'd!

Oh! seek it, wheresoe'er it floats;
And, if the power

Of thrilling numbers to thy soul be dear,
Go, bring the bright shell to my bower,
And I will fold thee in such downy dreams,
As lap the spirit of the seventh sphere,

When Luna's distant tone falls faintly on his ear!2
And thou shalt own,

That, through the circle of creation's zone,
Where matter darkles or where spirit beams;
From the pellucid tides,3 that whirl
The planets through their maze of song,
To the small rill, that weeps along

Murmuring o'er beds of pearl;

1 In the Histoire naturelle des Antilles, there is an account of some curious shells, found at Curacoa, on the back of which were lines, filled with musical characters so distinct and perfect, that the writer assures

a very charming trio was sung from one of them. On le nomme musical, parce qu'il porte sur le dos des lignes noirâtres pleines de notes, qui ont une espèce de clé pour les mettre en chant, de sorte que l'on dirait qu'il ne manque que la lettre à cette tablature naturelle. Ce curiens gentilhomme (M. du Montel) rapporte qu'il en a vu qui avaient einq ligues, une clé, et des notes, qui formaient un accord parfait. Quelqu'un y avait ajouté la lettre, que la nature avait oubliée, et la faisait chanter en forme de trio, dont l'air était fort agréable.. Chap. 19. art. 11. The author adds, a poet might imagine that these shells were used by the Syrens at their

concerts.

According to CICERO, and his commentator, MACROBIUS, the lunar tone is the gravest and faintest on the planetary heptachord. Quam ob causam summus ille cœli stellifer cursus, cujus conversio est concitatior, acuto et excitato movetur sono; gravissimo autem hic lunaris atque infimus.. Somn. Scip. Because, says Macrobius, spiritu ut in extremitate languescente jam volvitur, et propter angustias quibus penultimus orbis arctatur impetu leniore convertitur.» In Somn. Scip. lib 2. cap. 4. It is not very easy to understan i the ancients in their musical arrangement of the heavenly bodies. See ProLEM. lib. 3.

LEONE HEREEO, pursuing the idea of ARISTOTLE, that the heavens are animal, attributes their harmony to perfect and reciprocal love. Non però manca fra loro il perfetto e reciproco amore: la causa principale, che ne mostra il loro amore, è la lor amicizia armoniaca e la concordanza, che perpetuamente si trova in loro. Dialog. 2. di Amore. P. 58. This reciproco amores of LEONE is the Q10The of the ancient EMPEDOCLFs, who seems, in his Love and Hate of the Elements, to have given a glimpse of the principles of attraction and repulsion. See the fragment to which I allude in LABRIUS, AXXOTE MEV φιλότητι, συνερχομεν'. κ. τ. λ. lib. 8. cap. 2. n. 12. 3 Leveries, the atomist, iniguard a kind of contices in the head. vens, which he borrowed from AVAXAGORAS, and possibly suggested

to DESCARTES.

Or guides around the burning pole

The winged chariot of some blissful soul !6

While thou!

Oh, son of earth! what dreams shall rise for thee; Beneath Hispania's sun,

Thou It see a streamlet rub,

Which I have warm'd with dews of melody;7

Listen!-when the night wind dies

Down the still current, like a harp it sighs!
A liquid chord is every wave that flows,

An airy plectrum every breeze that blows!8
There, by that wondrous stream,
Go, lay thy languid brow,

1 HERACLIDES, upon the allegories of Howen, conjectures that the idea of the harmony of the spheres originated with this poet, whe, ia representing the solar beams as arrows, supposes them to emit a pe

culiar sound in the air.

In the account of Africa which d'ABLANCOURT has translated. there is mention of a tree in that country, whose branches when i shaken by the hand produce very sweet sounds. Le même auteur (AEENZEGAR) dit, qu'il y a un certain arbre, qui produit des gaules comme d'osier, et qu'en les prenant à la main et les branlant, elles font une espèce d'harmonie fort agreable, etc. etc.—L'Afrique de

MARMOL.

3 Alluding to the extinction, or at least the disappearance, of some of those fixed stars, which we are taught to consider as suns, attended each by its system. DESCARTES thought that our earth might formerly have been a suu, which became obscured by a thick incrustation over its surface. This probably suggested the idea of a central fire.

4 PORPHYRY says, that PRIRAGOBAs held the sea to be a tear. Tay θάλατταν μεν εκάλει είναι δακρυον. — De Fic. And some

one else, if I mistake not, has added the Planet Saturn as the source of it. with similar affectation, called the sea EMPEDOCLES • the

sweat of the earth.idpara ons gns. See RITTERSHESTER Upon

PORPHYRY, Num. 41.

The system of the harmonised orbs was styled by the ancients the Great Lyre of Orpheus, for which Lucian accounts, de Auga: έπταμιτος εούσα την των κινουμένων αστών αρμονία» JUVECANλETO. X. T. X. in Astrolog.

Ο Δειλε ψυχάς ισάριθμους τοις αφροις, έτοιμο τ Ex of ex×501, και εμβίβασας ὩΣ ΕΙΣ

ΟΧΗΜΑ. PLATON. Timaus.

7 This musical river is mentioned in the romance of Achilles Tatius. ETH TOTAμou και ην δε ακουσαι θέλης του ύδατος λαλούντος. The Latin version, in supplying the hiatus, which In Hispania is in the original, has placed the user in Hispania. quoque fluvius est, quem primo aspectu, etc. etc.

3 These two lines are translated from the words of Achilles Tatias.

Εάν γάρ ολόγος ανεμος εις τας δίνας έμπεση, το μετ ύδωρ ὡς χορδη κρούεται. το δε πνεύμα του ύδατος πλήκτρου γίνεται, το ρευμα δε ὡς κιθαρα λαλει. Lib. 2.

Bitter as those when lovers part,
In mystery from your eye-lid start!
Sadly you lean your head to mine,
And round my neck in silence twine,
Your hair along my bosom spread,
All humid with the tears you shed!
Have I not kiss'd those lids of snow?
Yet still, my love, like founts they flow,
Bathing our cheeks, whene'er they meet-
Why is it thus? do tell me, sweet!
Ah, LAIS! are my bodings right?
Am I to lose you? is to-night

Our last-go, false to Heaven and me!
Your
very tears are treachery.

SUCH, while in air I floating hung, Such was the strain, Morgante mio! The Muse and I together sung,

With Boreas to make out the trio. But, bless the little fairy isle!

How sweetly, after all our ills, We saw the dewy morning smile Serenely o'er its fragrant hills! And felt the pure clastic flow Of airs, that round this Eden blow With honey freshness, caught by stealth Warm from the very lips of health?

Oh! could you view the scenery dear,

That now beneath my window lies, You'd think that Nature lavish'd here

Her purest wave, her softest skies, To make a heaven for Love to sigh in, For bards to live and saints to die in! Close to my wooded bank below.

In glassy calm the waters sleep, And to the sun-beam proudly show

The coral rocks they love to steep!'
The fainting breeze of morning fails,
The drowsy boat moves slowly past,
And I can almost touch its sails

That languish idly round the mast.
The sun has now profusely given
The flashes of a noontide heaven,
And, as the wave reflects his beams,
Another heaven its surface seems!
Blue light and clouds of silvery tears
So pictured o'er the waters lie,
That every languid bark appears
To float along a burning sky!
Oh! for the boat the angel gave 2

To him, who in his heaven-ward flight,

Μυρομένην δ' εφίλησαν τα δ' ώς δροσερης από πηγής,
Δάκρυα μη νυμένων πιπτε κατα στοματων
Είπε δ' ανειρομένῳ, τινος ούνεκα δάκρυα λείβεις;
Дербія μη με λίπης εστε γαρ ορκαπαται.

The water is so clear around the island, that the rocks are seen beneath to a very great depth, and, as we entered the barbour, they appeared to us so near the surface, that it seemed impossible we should not strike on them. There is no necessity, of course, for heaving the lead, and the negro pilot, looking down at the rocks from the bow of the ship, takes her through this difficult navigation, with a skill and confidence which seem to astonish some of the oldest sailors.

2 In KIRCHE's Ecstatic Journey to Heaven, Cosmiel, the enius of the world, gives Theodidactus a beat of asbestos, with which

Sail'd, o'er the Sun's ethereal wave,

To planet-isles of odorous light! Sweet Venus, what a clime he found Within thy orb's ambrosial round!' There spring the breezes, rich and warm, That pant around thy twilight car; There angels dwell, so pure of form, That each appears a living star! 2 These are the sprites, oh radiant queen! Thou send'st so often to the bed Of her I love, with spell unseen,

Thy planet's brightning balm to shed; To make the eye's enchantment clearer, To give the cheek one rose-bud more, And bid that flushing lip be dearer,

Which had been, oh! too dear before!

But, whither means the Muse to roam?
'Tis time to call the wanderer home.
Who could have ever thought to search her
Up in the clouds with Father Kircher?
So, health and love to all your mansion!
Long may the bowl that pleasures bloom in,
The flow of heart, the soul's expansion,
Mirth, and song, your board illumine!
Fare you
well-remember too,
When cups are flowing to the brim,
That here is one who drinks to you,
And, oh!—as warmly drink to him.

he embarks into the regions of the sun. Vides (says Cosmiel) bane asbestinam naviculam commoditati tue præparatam.. Itinerar 1. dial. 1. cap. 5. There are some very strange fancies in this work of Kircher.

When the genius of the world and his fellow-traveller arrive at the planet Venus, they find an island of loveliness, full of odours and intelligences, where angels preside, who shed the cosmetic influence of this planet over the earth; such being, according to astrologers, the vis influxiva of Venus. When they are in this part of the heavens, a casuistical question occurs to Theodidactus, and be asks Whether baptism may be performed with the waters of Venus An aquis globi Veneris baptismus institui possit. which the genius answers, Certainly.

2 This idea is FATHER KIRCHEA'S. Itinerar. 1. dial. cap. 5.

Tot animatos soles disasses.

I cannot warn thee! every touch,
That brings my pulses close to thine,
Tells me I want thy aid as much,

Oh! quite as much, as thou dost mine!

Yet stay, dear love-one effort yet-
A moment turn those eyes away,
And let me, if I can, forget

The light that leads my soul astray!

Thou say'st that we were born to meet,

That our hearts bear one common seal,Oh, lady think, how man's deceit

Can seem to sigh and feign to feel!

When o'er thy face some gleam of thought, Like day-beams through the morning air, Hath gradual stole, and I have caught

The feeling ere it kindled there:

The sympathy I then betray'd,

Perhaps was but the child of art;
The guile of one who long hath play'd
With all these wily nets of heart.
Oh! thou hast not my virgin vow!

Though few the years I yet have told,
Canst thou believe I lived till now,

With loveless heart or senses cold?
No-many a throb of bliss and pain,

For many a maid, my soul hath proved;
With some I wanton'd wild and vain,
While some I truly, dearly loved!
The cheek to thine I fondly lay,

To theirs hath been as fondly laid;
The words to thee I warmly say,

To them have been as warmly said. Then scorn at once a languid heart,

Which long hath lost its early spring; Think of the pure bright soul thou art, And-keep the ring, oh! keep the ring. Enough-now, turn thine eyes again ; What, still that look and still that sigh! Dost thou not feel my counsel then? Oh no, beloved!-nor do I. While thus to mine thy bosom lies, While thus our breaths commingling glow, Twere more than woman to be wise, Twere more than man to wish thee so!

Did we not love so true, so dear,

This lapse could never be forgiven; But hearts so fond and lips so near

Give me the ring, and now-Oh heaven!

ΤΟ

ON SEEING HER WITH A WHITE VEIL AND A RICH GIRDLE.

Put off the fatal zone you wear;

The lucid pearls around it

Are tears that fell from Virtue there The hour that Love unbound it.

THE RESEMBLANCE.

-—-— vo cercand' io Donna, quint' e possibile, in altrui La desiata vostra forma vera. PETRARC. Sonett. 14

YES, if 't were any common love

That led my pliant heart astray,

I grant, there's not a power above
Could wipe the faithless crime away!
But, it was my doom to err with one
In every look so like to thee,
That, oh! beneath the blessed sun,

So fair there are but thou and she!

Whate'er may be her angel birth,

She was thy lovely perfect twin, And wore the only shape on earth

That could have charm'd my soul to sin!

Your eyes-the eyes of languid doves
Were never half so like each other!
The glances of the baby loves

Resemble less their warm-eyed mother! Her lip-oh, call me not false-hearted, When such a lip I fondly press'd;

T was Love some melting cherry parted, Gave thee one half and her the rest!

And when, with all thy murmuring tone, They sued, half open, to be kiss 'd,

I could as soon resist thine own

And them, Heaven knows! I ne'er resist.

Then, scorn me not, though false I be,

'T was love that waked the dear excess; My heart had been more true to thee, Had mine eye prized thy beauty less!

ΤΟ

WHEN I loved you, I can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; But the scorn that I feel for you now Hath even more luxury in it!

Thus, whether we're on or we're off, Some witchery seems to await you; To love you is pleasant enough,

And, oh! 't is delicious to hate you!

ΜΑΡΓΑΡΙΤΑΙ ΔΗΛΟΥΣΙ ΔΑΚΡΥΩΝ POON. Ap. Nicephor. in Oneirocritico.

Put off the vestal veil, nor, oh! Let weeping angels view it; Your cheeks belie its virgin snow, And blush repenting through it.

FROM THE GREEK OF MELEAGER.'

FILL high the cup with liquid flame,
And speak my Heliodora's name!

Εγχει, και παλιν είπε, πάλιν, ταλιν, Ηλιόδωρος Είπε, συν ακρητῳ το γλυκυ μιση όνομα.

Give me the wreath that withers there,
It was but last delicious night

It hung upon her wavy hair,

And caught her eyes' reflected light! Oh! haste, and twine it round my brow; It breathes of Heliodora now!

The loving rose bud drops a tear, To see the nymph no longer here, No longer, where she used to lie, Close to my heart's devoted sigh!

LINES,

WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA.

THAT Sky of clouds is not the sky
To light a lover to the pillow

Of her he loves

The swell of yonder foaming billow, Resembles not the happy sigh

That rapture moves.

Yet do I feel more tranquil now
Amid the gloomy wilds of ocean,

In this dark hour,

Than when, in transport's young emotion,
I've stolen, beneath the evening star,
To Julia's bower.

Oh! there's a holy calm profound
In awe like this, that ne'er was given
To rapture's thrill;

"T is as a solemn voice from heaven, And the soul, listening to the sound, Lies mute and still!

'Tis true, it talks of danger nigh,
Of slumbering with the dead to-morrow
In the cold deep,

Where pleasure's throb or tears of sorrow
No more shall wake the heart or eye,
But all must sleep!

Well-there are some, thou stormy bed,
To whom thy sleep would be a treasure:
Oh! most to him,

Whose lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure,
Nor left one honey-drop to shed
Round misery's brim.

Yes-he can smile serene at death:

Kind Heaven! do thou but chase the weeping
Of friends who love him;

Tell them that he lies calmly sleeping,
Where sorrow's sting or envy's breath
No more shall move him.

ΝΕΑ ΤΥΡΑΝΝΕΙ.

EURIPID. Medea, v. 967.

NAY, tempt me not to love again:
There was a time when love was sweet;

Dear Nea! had I known thee then,
Our souls had not been slow to meet!
But, oh! this weary heart hath run,

So many a time the rounds of pain,
Not even for thee, thou lovely one!
Would I endure such pangs again.

If there be climes where never yet
The print of Beauty's foot was set,
Where man may pass his loveless nights
Unfeverd by her false delights—
Thither my wounded soul would fly,
Where rosy cheek or radiant eve

Should bring no more their bliss, their pain,
Or fetter me to earth again!

Dear absent girl! whose eyes of light,
Though little prized when all my own,
Now float before me, soft and bright

As when they first enamouring shone!
How many hours of idle waste,
Within those witching arms embraced,
Unmindful of the fleeting day,
Have I dissolved life's dream away!
O bloom of time profusely shed!
O moments! simply, vainly fled,
Yet sweetly too-for love perfumed
The flame which thus my life consumed;
And brilliant was the chain of flowers
In which he led my victim hours!

Say, Nea dear! couldst thou, like her,
When warm to feel and quick to err,
Of loving fond, of roving fonder,
My thoughtless soul might wish to wander-
Couldst thou, like her, the wish reclaim,
Endearing still, reproaching never,

Till all my heart should burn with shame,
And be thy own more fix'd than ever?
No, no-on earth there's only one
Could bind such faithless folly fast:
And sure on earth 't is I alone

Could make such virtue false at last!
Nea! the heart which she forsook,
For thee were but a worthless shrine-
Go, lovely girl, that angel look

Must thrill a soul more pure than mine.
Oh! thou shalt be all else to me,
That heart can feel or tongue can feign;
I'll praise, admire, and worship thee,
But must not, dare not, love again.

Tale iter omne cave.
PROPERT. lib. iv. eleg. 8.

I PRAY you, let us roam no more Along that wild and lonely shore,