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There coolness comes not with the cooling breeze-
Mock us not, Nature, with that symbol vain
By HARTLEY COLERIDGE, son of the great S. T. Coleridge, having almost the genius and even more than the misery of his parent. But these verses are all joyous.
'Tis sweet to hear the merry lark,
That bids a blithe good-morrow;
But sweeter to hark, in the twinkling dark,
To the soothing song of sorrow.
Oh, nightingale! What doth she ail?
For ne'er on earth was sound of mirth
The merry lark, he soars on high,
No worldly thought o'ertakes him;
Yet ever and anon a sigh
Peers through her lavish mirth;
By night and day she tunes her lay,
THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST.
By ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
"So the dreams depart,
So the fading phantoms flee,
And the sharp reality
Now must act its part"
Westwood's "Beads from a Rosary.”
LITTLE Ellie sits alone
Mid the beeches of a meadow,
She has thrown her bonnet by;
Little Ellie sits alone,And the smile she softly useth
Fills the silence like a speech,
While she thinks what shall be done,-
Little Ellie in her smile
He shall love me without guile;
And to him I will discover
That Swan's Nest among the reeds.
"And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble,
With an eye that takes the breath,—
As his sword strikes men to death,
"And the steed, it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure,
And the mane shall swim the wind!
"But my lover will not prize
"Then, ay, then-he shall kneel low,-
"Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble With a yes I must not say
Nathless, maiden-brave, Farewell,'
I will utter and dissemble
'Light to-morrow with to-day.'
"Then he will ride through the hills,
"Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain,
And kneel down beside my feet--
"And the first time I will send
"Then the young foot-page will run— Then my lover will ride faster, Till he kneeleth at my knee! 'I am a duke's eldest son! Thousand serfs do call me master, But, O Love, I love but thee!"
"He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me, as a lover,
Through the crowds that praise his deeds!
Unto him I will discover
That Swan's Nest among the reeds."
Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily,
Tied the bonnet, donn'd the shoe-And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
Pushing through the elm-tree copse,
Ellie went home sad and slow! If she found the lover ever,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
I KNOW that all beneath the moon decays,
Where sense and will bring under reason's power :-
THE EVENING HOUR.
One of the many beautiful passages scattered in BYRON'S Don Juan: gems in a black ground, which it is forbidden to the pure and good to approach. We are therefore doing a service by removing them where they can be seen and admired, without danger of contaminating by their contexts.
THE feast was over, the slaves gone,
The dwarfs and dancing girls had all retired;
The Arab lore and poet's song were done,
The lady and her lover, left alone,
The rosy flood of twilight's sky admired ;
Ave Maria! o'er the earth and sea,
That heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee!