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Hy very soul from out my brow;

A frivolous and foolish play,
And thus I should be disavow'd

Wherewith we while away the day;
By all my kind and kin, could they It is—I have forgot the name—
Compare my day and yesterday;

And we to this, it seems, were set,
This change was wrought, too, long ere age By some strange chance, which I forget:
Had ta'en my features for his page:

I reck'd not if I won or lost,
With years, ye know, have not declined It was enough for me to be
My strength, my courage, or my mind, So near to hear, and oh! to see
Or at this hour I should not be

The being whom I loved the most.--
Telling old tales beneath a tree,

I watch'd her as a sentinel, With starless skies my canopy.

(May ours this dark night watch as well!) Bat let me on: Theresa's form

Until I saw, and thus it was,
Methinks it glides before me now,

That she was pensive, nor perceived
Between me and yon chestnut's bough, Her occupation, nor was grieved
The memary is so quick and warm; Nor glad to lose or gain;

but still And yet I find no words to tell

Play'd on for hours, as if her will The shape of her I loved so well: Yet bound her to the place, though not She had the Asiatic eye,

That hers might be the winning lot. Such as car Turkish neighbourhood Then through my brain the thought Hath mingled with our Polish blood, Dart as above us is the sky;

Even as a flash of lightning there, But through it stole a tender light, That there was something in her air like the first moonrise at midnight;

Which would not doom me to despair; Larze

, dark, and swimming in the stream, And on the thought my words broke forth, Which seemd to melt to its own beam;

All incoherent as they wereMI love, half languor, and half fire, Their eloquence was little worth, like aints that at the stake expire, But yet she listen d—'tis enoughdel lift their raptured looks on high,

Who listens once will listen twice; h thangh it were a joy to die.

Her heart, be sure, is not of ice, brew like a midsummer-lake,

And one refusal no rebuff.
Trasparent with the sun therein,
Han waves no murmur dare to make,
had hesten beholds her face within.

“ I loved, and was beloved again-
cheek and lip-but why proceed ? They tell me, Sire, you never knew
I listed her then-I love her still; Those gentle frailties; if 'tis true,
kad such as I am, love indeed

I shorten all my joy or pain, feree extremes—in good and ill. To you 'twould seem absurd as vain; But still we love even in our rage,

But all men are not born to reign, dad baunted to our very age

Or o'er their passions, or as you Tech the rain shadow of the past,

Thus o'er themselves and nations too, do is Mazeppa to the last.

I am-or rather was—a prince,
A chief of thousands, and could lead

Them on where each would foremost bleed "We met—we gazed—I saw, and sigh’d, But could not o'er myself evince did not speak, and yet replied ;

The like control - But to resume: There are ten thousand tones and signs I loved, and was beloved again : bear and see, but none defines— In sooth, it is a happy doom, kwentary sparks of thought,

But yet where happiest ends in pain.Which strike from out the heart o'er- We met in secret, and the hour wrought,

Which led me to that lady's bower dad form a strange intelligence,

Was fiery Expectation's dower. Alike mysterious and intense,

My days and nights were nothing -all
Which link the burning chain that binds, Except that hour, which doth recal
Without their will, young hearts and minds; In the long lapse from youth to age
as the electric wire,

No other like itself—I'd give
We know not how, the absorbing fire.- The Ukraine back again to live
Is, and sigh'd-in silence wept,

It o’er once more-- and be a page,
Hnd still reluctant distance kept,

The happy page, who was the lord Inill was made known to her,

Of one soft heart, and his own sword, bed we might then and there confer And had no other gem nor wealth Without suspicion - then, even then,

Save nature's gift of youth and health. longed, and was resolved to speak; We met in secret-doubly sweet, Bet on my lips they died again,

Some say, they find it so to meet ; The accents tremulous and weak,

I know not that I would have given Until one hour. There is a game,

My life but to have call'd her mine

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In the full view of earth and heaven; “Away!- away!--My breath was gone For I did oft and long repine

I saw not where he hurried on : That we could only meet by stealth. 'Twas scarcely yet the break of day,

And on he foam'd-away!-away!

The last of human sounds which rose, · For lovers there are many eyes, As I was darted from my foes, And such there were on us;- the devil

Was the wild shout of savage laughter, On such occasions should be civilThe devil!- I'm loth to do him wrong,

Which on the wind came roaring after

A moment from that rabble rout:
It might be some untoward saint,
Who would not be at rest too long,

With sudden wrath I wrench'd my head,

And snapp'd the cord , which to the man But to his pious bile gave rentBut one fair night, some lurking spies

Had bound my neck in lieu of rein,

And, writhing half my form about, Surprised and seized us both. The Count was something more

Howl'd back my curse; but 'midst the trea than

The thunder of my courser's speed,

wroth I was unarm’d; but if in steel,

Perchance they did not hear nor heed:

It vexes me- e--for I wonld fain All cap-à-pie from head to heel,

Have paid their insult back again. What 'gainst their numbers could I do? – 'Twas near his castle, far away

I paid it well in after-days:

There is not of that castle-gate,
From city or from succour near,
And almost on the break of day;

Its drawbridge and portcullis' weight,

Stone, bar, moat, bridge, or barrier les I did not think to see another,

Nor of its fields a blade of grass,
My moments seem'd reduced to few;
And with one prayer to Mary Mother,

Save what grows on a ridge of wall,

Where stood the hearth-stone of the hal And, it may be, a saint or two, As I resign'd me to my fate,

And many a time ye there might pass,

Nor dream that e'er that fortress was: They led me to the castle-gate : Theresa's doom I never knew,

I saw its turrets in a blaze, Our lot was henceforth separate.

| Their crackling battlements all cleft, An angry man, ye may opine,

And the hot lead pour down like rain

From off the scorch'd and blackening roi Was he, the proud Count Palatine ;

Whose thickness was not vengeance pro And he had reason good to be,

They little thought that day of pain, But he was most enraged lest such An accident should chance to touch

When launch’d, as on the lightning's flas Upon his future pedigree;

They bade me to destruction dash,

That one day I should come again, Nor less amazed, that such a blot Hig noble 'scutcheon should have got,

With twice five thousand horse to thank

The Count for his uncourteous ride. x While he was highest of his line; Because unto himself he seem'd

They play'd me then a bitter prank,

When, with the wild horse for my guid The first of men, nor less he deem'd In others' eyes, and most in mine.

They bound me to his foaming flank: 'Sdeath! with a page, perchance a king

At length I play'd them one as frankHad reconciled him to the thing;

For time at last sets all things evenBut with a stripling of a page

And if we do but watch the hour,
I felt - but cannot paint his rage.

There never yet was human power
Which could evade, if unforgiven,

The patient search and vigil long " “Bring forth the horse !"- the horse was of him who treasures up a wrong.

brought; In truth, he was a noble steed, A Tartar of the Ukraine breed,

“Away, away, my steed and I, Who look'd as though the speed of thought Upon the pinions of the wind, Were in his limbs; but he was wild, All human dwellings left behind : Wild as the wild deer, and untaught, We sped, like meteors through the sky, With spur and bridle undefiled – When with its crackling sound the night 'Twas but a day he had been caught; Is chequer'd with the northern light: And snorting, with erected mane, Town-village-none were on our track, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, But a wild plain of far extent, In the full foam of wrath and dread And bounded by a forest black; 'To me the desert-born was led:

And, save the scarce seen battlement They bound me on, that menial throng, On distant heights of some strong l'pon his back with many a thong; Against the Tartars built of old, Then loosed him with a sudden lash

No trace of man. The year before Away!-away!- and on we dash !- A Turkish army had march'd v'er ; Torrents less rapid and less rash.

i And where the Spahi's hoof bath trod.


The verdure flies the bloody sod :- And through the night had heard their feet
The ihr was dull, and dim, and gray, Their stealing, rustling step repeat.
And a low breeze crept moaning by Oh! how I wish'd for spear or sword,
I could have answer'd with a sigh-

At least to die amidst the horde,
But fast we fled, away, away -

And perish-if it must be so-
bd I could neither sigh nor pray; At bay, destroying many a soe.
And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain When first my courser's race begun,
(pen the courser's bristling mane: I wish'd the goal already won;
But, sporting still with rage and fear, But now I doubted strength and speed
He few upon his far career:

Vain doubt! his swift and savage breed
At times I almost thought, indeed, Had nerved him like the mountain-roe;
He must have slacken'd in his speed: Nor faster falls the blinding snow
Bet te - my bound and slender frame Which whelms the peasant near the door
Was nothing to his angry might,

Whose threshold he shall cross no more,
And werely like a spur became :

Bewilder'd with the dazzling blast, Each matjon which I made to free

Than through the forest-paths he pastMusela limbs from their agony

Untired, untamed, and worse than wild ;
Increased his fury and affright:

All furious as a favour'd child
I tried my roice, - 'twas faint and low, Balk'd of its wish; or fiercer still--
But yet he swerved as from a blow; A woman piqued—who has her will.
And, starting to each accent, sprang
s from a sudden trumpet's clang :
Baztime my cords were wet with gore, “The wood was past ; 'twas more than
Deich, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er;

And in my tongue the thirst became But chill the air, although in Junc;
- 1 saaething fierier far than Name. Or it might be my veins ran cold -

Prolong'd endurance tames the bold:

And I was then not what I seemi, We neard the wild wood—'twas so wide, But headlong as a wintry streain, Ist no bounds on either side;

And wore my feelings out before
Tra studded with old sturdy trees,

I well could count their causes v'er:
That bent not to the roughest breeze And what with fury, fear, and wrath,
Flich howls down from Siberia's waste, The tortures which beset my path,
And strips the forest in its haste,- Cold, hunger, sorrow, shame, distress,
But there were few, and far between Tlius bound in nature's nakedness;
Se thick with shrubs more young and green, Sprung from a race whose rising blood
Lasariant with their annual leaves, When stirr'd beyond its calmer mood,
dre strown by those autumnal eves And trodden bard upon, is like
pati Tat nip the forest's foliage dead, The rattle-snake's, in act to strike,
Belourd with a lifeless red,

What marvel if this worn out trunk
Which stands thereon like stiffen'd gore Beneath its woes a moment sunk?
Ima the slain when battle's o'er,

The earth gave way, the skies rollid round,
And some long winter's night hath shed I seem'd to sink upon the ground;

frost o'er every tombless head, But err'd, for I was fastly bound.
Scold and stark the raven's beak My heart turn'd sick, my brain grew sorr,
hay peck unpierced each frozen cheek : And throbb’d awhile, then beat no more :
ha a wild waste of underwood, The skies spun like a mighty wheel ;
ked here and there a chesnut stood, I saw the trees like drunkards reel,
De strong oak, and the hardy pine ; And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes,
Bet far apart and well it were,

Which saw no farther: he who dies

Selve a different lot were mine Can die no more than then I died.
The boughs gave way, and did not tear O’ertortured by that ghastly ride,
Ws limbs; and I found strength to bear I felt the blackness come and go,
vounds, already scarr’d with cold And strove to wake; but conld not make
bends forbade to loose my hold. My senses climb up from below;
mated through the leaves like wind, I felt as on a plank at sea,
bent thrubs, and trees, and wolves

behind; When all the waves that dash o'er thee, night I heard them on the track, At the same time upheave and whelm,

troop came hard npon our back, With their long gallop, which can tire

And hurl thee towards a desert realm.

My undulating life was as
The haund's deep hate, and hunter's fire ;

The fancied lights that flitting pass
Where'er we flew they follow'd on,
Tep left us with the morning-sun;

Our shut eyes in deep midnight, when

Fever begins upon the brain; Behind I saw them, scarce a rood,

But soon it pass'd, with little pnin, 1 day-break winding through the wood, But a confusion worse than such:

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I own that I should deem it much, Reminding me, through every ill,
Dying, to feel the same again;

Or the abodes of men.
And yet I do suppose we must
Feel far more ere we turn to dust :

“Onward we went- but slack and sle No matier; I have bared my brow

His savage force at length o'erspent, Full in Death's face-before- and now.

The drooping courser, faint and low,

All feebly foaming went. “My thoughts came back ; where was 1? A sickly infant had had power


To guide him forward in that hour; And pumb, and giddy: pulse by pulse

But useless all to me. Life reassumed its lingering hold,

His new-born tameness nought availd, And throb by throb; till grown a pang

My limbs were bound; my force had fail Which for a moment would convulse, Perchance, had they been free. My blood reflow'd, though thick and With feeble effort still I tried


To rend the bounds so starkly tied My ear with uncouth noises rang,

But still it was in vain; My heart began once more to thrill;

My limbs were only wrung the more, My sight return'd, though dim; alas! And soon the idle strife gave o'er, And thicken'd, as it were, with glass.

Which but prolong'd their pain: Methought the dash of waves was nigh ;

The dizzy race seem'd almost done, There was a gleam too of the sky,

Although no goal was nearly won: Studded with stars;- it is no dream;

Some streaks announced the coming sun The wild horse swims the wilder stream! How slow, alas! he came ! The bright broad river's gushing tide

Methought that mist of dawning gray Sweeps, winding onward, far and wide, Would never dapple into day : And we are half-way struggling o'er

How heavily it roll'd awayTo yon unknown and silent shore.

Before the eastern flame The waters broke my hollow trance,

Rose crimson, and deposed the stars, And with a temporary strength

And call'd the radiance froin their cars My stiffen'd limbs were rebaptized.

And fill’d the earth, from his deep thro My courser's broad breast proudly braves, With lonely lustre, all his owa. And dashes off the ascending waves And onward we advance! We reach the slippery shore at length,

"Up rose the sun ; the mists were cu A haven I but little prized,

Back from the solitary world

Which lay around-behind – before : For all behind was dark and drear,

What booted it to traverse o'er
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day

Plain, forest, river? Man nor brute, In those suspended pangs I lay,

Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,

Lay in the wild luxuriant soil;
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.

No sign of travel-none of toil;
The very air was mute;

And not an insect's shrill small hora, “With glossy skin, and dripping mano, Nor matin bird's new voice was borne And reeling limbs, and reeking flank, From herb nor thicket. Many a werst, The wild steed's sinewy nerves still strain Panting as if his heart would burst, Up the repelling bank.

The weary brute still stagger'd on; We gain the top: a boundless plain And still we were— or seem'd-alone: Spreads through the shadow of the night, At length, while reeling on our way, And onward, onward, onward, seems Methought I heard a courser neigh, Like precipices in our dreams,

From out yon tuft of blackening firs To stretch beyond the sight;

Is it the wind those branches stirs ? And here and there a speck of white, No, no! from out the forest prance Or scatter'd spot of dusky green,

A trampling troop; I see them come! In masses broke into the light,

In one vast squadron they advance ! As rose the moon upon my right.

I strove to cry-my lips were dumb. But nought distinctly seen

The steeds rush on in plunging pride In the dim waste, would indicate But where are they the reins to guide The omen of a cottage-gate;

A thousand horse -- and none to ride! No twinkling taper froin afar

With flowing tail, and flying mane, Stood like an hospitable star;

Wide nostrils - never stretch'd by pain Not even an ignis-fatuus rose

Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, To make him weary with my woes : And feet that iron never shod, That very cheat had cheer'd me then! And flanks unscarr’d by spur or rod. Although detected, welcome still, A thousand horse, the wild, the free,

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With gasps

I Like vares that follow o'er the sea, The wretch still hopes his woes must end, Came thickly thundering on,

And Death, whom he should deem his friend, As is our faint approach to meet ;

Appears, to his distemper'd eyes, The sight re-nerved my courser's feet, Arrived to rob him of his prize, | moment staggering, feebly fleet,

The tree of his new Paradise. A moment, with a faint low neigh, To-morrow would have given him all, Hr answerd, and then fell;

Repaid his pangs, repair'd his fall; and glazing eyes he lay, To-morrow would have been the first And reeking linbs immoveable,

Of days no more deplored or curst, His first and last career is done!

But bright, and long, and beckoning years,
On cape the troop—they saw him stoop, Seen dazzling through the mist of tears,
They saw die strangely bound along Guerdon of many a painful hour;
His back with many a bloody thong : To-morrow would have given him power
They swe-they start- they snuff the air, To rule, to shine, to smite, to save-
Gallep a panent here and there,

And must it dawn upon his grave?
Approach, retire, wheel round and round,
Then plasging back with sudden bound,
Headed by one black mighty steed,

"The sun was sinking--still I lay Who seem'd the patriarch of his breed,

Chain’d to the chill and stiffening steed, Without a single speck or hair

I thought to mingle there our clay; Of white upon his shaggy hide;

And my dim eyes of death had need, They sort, they foam, neigh, swerve aside, No hope arose of being freed: led backward to the forest fly,

I cast my last looks up the sky, By instinct from a human eye.-

And there between me and the sun They left me there, to my despair,

I saw the expecting raven fly Laid to the dead and stiffening wretch,

Who scarce would wait till both should die, Woese lifeless limbs beneath me stretch,

Ere his repast begun; believed from that unwonted weight,

He flew, and perch'd, then flew once more, imm whence I could not extricate

And each time nearer than before; Je him nor me—and there we lay,

I saw his wing through twilight flit,

And once go near me he alit
The dying on the dead!
I liile deem'd another day

I could have smote, but lack'd the strength; Tould see my houseless, helpless head.

But the slight motion of my hand,
And feeble scratching of the sand,

The exerted throat's faint struggling noise, "lad there from morn till twilight bound, Which scarcely could be call'ů a voice, I felt the heavy hours toil round,

Together scared him off at length.With just enough of life to see

I know no more-my latest dream last of suns go down on me,

Is something of a lovely star b bopeless certainty of mind,

Which fix'd my dull eyes from afar, The makes us feel at length resign'd

And went and came with wandering beam, Is that which our foreboding years

And of the cold, dull, swimming, dense Presents the worst and last of fears

Sensation of recurring sense, levitable - even a boon,

And then subsiding back to death, be more unkind for coming soon;

And then again a little breath,

A little thrill, a short suspense, Td shunn'd and dreaded with such care, w if it only were a snare

An icy sickness curdling o’er Text prudence might escape:

My heart, and sparks that cross'd my brain At times both wish'd for and implored,

A gasp, a throb, a start of pain, At times sought with self-pointed sword,

A sigh, and nothing more. let still a dark and hideous close Ta eten intolerable woes,

“I woke-Where was I?-Do I see led welcome in no shape.

A human face look down on me? And, strange to say, the sons of pleasure, And doth a roof above me close? They who have revell’d beyond measure Do these limbs on a couch repose ? e branty, wassail, wine, and treasure, Is this a chamber where I lie? kecalni, or calmer, oft than he

And is it mortal yon bright eye, Whose heritage was misery :

That watches me with gentle glance? le he who hath in turn run through I closed my own again once more, All that was beautiful and new,

As doubtful that the former trance Hath nought to hope, and nought to leave; Could not as yet be o'er. led, save the future (which is view'd A slender girl, long-hair'd, and tall,

as men are base or good, Sate watching by the cottage-wall; Bet av their nerves may be endued) The sparkle of her eye I caught, With nought perhaps to grieve:

Even with my first return of thought;

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