L. FANCY IN NUBIBUS. Oн it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Or listening to the tide with closed sight, Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed of inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odysee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. LI. PHANTASMION'S QUEST OF IARINE. YON changeful cloud will soon thy aspect wear, So bright it grows:-and now, by light winds shaken, O ever seen yet ne'er to be o'ertaken !— Those waving branches seem thy billowy hair. The cypress glades recall thy pensive air; Nay e'en amid the cataract's loud storm, Where foamy torrents from the crags are leaping, Methinks I catch swift glimpses of thy form, Thy robe's light folds in airy tumult sweeping ; Then silent are the falls: 'mid colours warm Gleams the bright maze beneath their splendour sweeping. LII. GUNS OF PEACE. Sunday Night, March 30th 1856. GHOSTS of dead soldiers in the battle slain, LIII. THE TRUE BASIS OF POWER. POWER's footstool is Opinion, and his throne Ye who would steer along these doubtful seas, Lifting your proud sails to high heaven, beware! Rocks throng the waves, and tempests load the breeze: Go, search the shores of History-mark there The Oppressor's lot, the Tyrant's destinies : Behold the Wrecks of Ages; and despair! LIV. THE ROCK OF CASHEL. ROYAL and saintly Cashel ! I would gaze When the sun's parting glance, through slanting showers, Sheds o'er thy rock-throned battlements and towers Such awful gleams as brighten o'er Decay's Prophetic cheek. At such a time, methinks, There breathes from thy lone courts and voiceless aisles A melancholy moral, such as sinks On the lone traveller's heart, amid the piles |