Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,

Call me Lalage, or Doris,

Only, only call me Thine."

W

DESIRE.

HERE true Love burns Desire is Love's pure It is the reflex of our earthly frame, [flame; That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE.

H

ER attachment may differ from yours in degree, Provided they are both of one kind; But friendship how tender so ever it be Gives no accord to Love, however refined.

Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature reGrows ashamed of itself, and demurs: [vealing, If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers.

TH

NOT AT HOME.

HAT Jealousy may rule a mind
Where love could never be

I know; but ne'er expect to find
Love without Jealousy.

She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maid-

But

yet Love's own twin-sister she, His house-mate and his shade.

Ask for her and she'll be denied:-
What then? they only mean
Their mistress has lain down to sleep,
And can't just then be seen.

TO A LADY,

OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT

WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.

AY, dearest Anna! why so grave?
I said you had no soul, 'tis true!

For what you are, you cannot have:
'Tis I, that have one since I first had you!

I

HAVE heard of reasons manifold

Why Love must needs be blind,

But this the best of all I hold—

His eyes are in his mind.

What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;

But what within is good and fair

He seeth with the heart.

HE

AN INVOCATION.

66
FROM REMORSE."

EAR, sweet spirit, hear the spell,
Lest a blacker charm compel!

So shall the midnight breezes swell
With thy deep long-lingering knell.

And at evening evermore,
In a chapel on the shore,

Shall the chanter, sad and saintly,
Yellow tapers burning faintly,
Doleful masses chaunt for thee,
Miserere Domine!

Hark! the cadence dies away

On the quiet moonlight sea: The boatmen rest their oars and say, Miserere Domine!

A

SUNNY shaft did I behold,

From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so bold—

Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
Within that shaft of sunny mist;

His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!

"Adieu! adieu!

And thus he sang:
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparkling dewdrops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,

We must away;
Far, far away!

To day! to day!"

CHORAL SONG.

FROM " ZAPOLYA."

P, up! ye dames, ye lasses

UP

gay! To the meadows trip away.

"Tis must tend the flocks this morn, you

And scare the small birds from the corn.

Not a soul at home may stay:

For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow

To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.

Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse;

Find grannam out a sunny seat,

With babe and lambkin at her feet.

Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go

With lance and bow

To hunt the wolf in the woods to day.

U

SONG OF THEKLA.

FROM THE PICCOLOMINI, OR FIRST PART OF

WALLENSTEIN.

Translated from the German of Schiller.

THE

HE cloud doth gather, the green-wood roar,
The damsel paces along the shore;

The billows they tumble with might, with might;
And she flings out her voice to the darksome night;
Her bosom is swelling with sorrow;

The world it is empty, the heart will die,
There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky;
Thou Holy One, call thy child away!
I've lived and loved, and that was to-day-
Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.

LINES

SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS

N

OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.

O more 'twixt conscience staggering and the
Soon shall I now before my God appear, [Pope

By him to be acquitted, as I hope;

By him to be condemned, as I fear.—

REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.

Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said:
I see a hope spring from that humble fear.
All are not strong alike through storms to steer