'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange 'Twas well, because health in the huma frame
By female lips and eyes-that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young,
As was the case, at least, where I have been;
They smile so when one's right, and when
one's wrong
They smile still more, and then there in-
Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Which then seems as if the whole earth it Marcely o'erpass'd the cream
of your champaigne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain!
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,
us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
bounded, Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still, With the far mountain-crescent half sur
On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill
Upon the other, and the rosy sky,
With one star sparkling through it like an
And thus they wander'd forth, and hand in
hand,
Over the shining pebbles and the shells,
Glided along the smooth and harden'd sand,
And in the worn and wild receptacles
Work'd by the storms, yet work'd as it
were plann'd,
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk ;
The best of life is but intoxication :
Glory, the grape, love,gold,in these are sunk
The hopes of all men, and of every nation; In hollow halls, with sparry roofs and cells,
Without their sap, how branchless were They turn'd to rest; and each clasp'd by
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: Yielded to the deep twilight's purple charm.
They look'd up to the sky, whose floating | Haidee spoke not of scruples, ask'd no vows
Nor offer'd any; she had never heard
Of plight and promises to be a spouse,
Or perils by a loving maid incurr'd;
She was all which pure ignorance allows.
And flew to her young mate like a young
bird;
Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright;
They gazed upon the glittering sea below,
Whence the broad moon rose circling into
sight;
They heard the waves splash, and the wind
so low,
And saw each other's dark eyes darting
light
Into each other—and, beholding this,
Their lips drew near, and clung into a kiss;
And, never having dreamt of falsehood, she
Had not one word to say of constancy.
She loved, and was beloved-she adored,
And she was worshipp'd, after nature's
fashion;
Their intense souls, into each other pour'd.
If souls could die, had perish'd in tha
passion,-
But by degrees their senses were restored
Again to be o'ercome, again to dash on;
And, beating 'gainst his bosom, Haidee'
heart
Felt as if never more to beat apart.
Pillow'd on her o'erflowing heart, which pants
With all it granted, and with all it grants. "
An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the
breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are
reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love
while sleeping.
For there it lies so tranquil, so beloved,
All that it hath of life with us is living;
Soratle, stirless, helpless, and unmoved,
And all unconscious of the joy 'tis giving;
All it hath felt, inflicted, pass'd, and proved,
Hash'd into depths beyond the watcher's
diving;
There lies the thing we love with all its
Lad all its charms, like death without its terrors.
The lady watch'd her lover - and that hour
Of Love's, and Night's, and Ocean's solitude,
O'erflow'd her soul with their united power;
Amidst the barren sand and rocks so rude
She and her wave-worn love had made
their bower,
Where nought upon their passion could
intrude,
And now 'twas done on the lone shore
were plighted
And all the stars that crowded the blue space
Saw nothing happier than her glowing face. Their hearts; the stars, their nuptial
Alas! the love of women! it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
In all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
ad if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring
To them but mockeries of the past alone,
And their revenge is as the tiger's spring,
Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet,
Terture is theirs, what they inflict they feel.
They are right; for man, to man so oft unjust,
always so to women; one sole bond
Awaits them, treachery is all their trust;
Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts
Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Bays them in marriage—and what rests beyond?
torches, shed Beauty upon the beautiful they lighted: Ocean their witness, and the cave their bed, By their own feelings hallow'd and united, Their priest wasSolitude, and they were wed: And they were happy, for to their young eyes Each was an angel, and earth paradise.
OhLove! of whom greatCaesar was the suitor,
Titus the master, Antony the slave,
Horace, Catullus, scholars, Ovid tutor,
Sappho the sage blue-stocking, in whose
grave
All those may leap who rather would be
neuter-
(Leucadia's rock still overlooks the wave)→
Oh Love! thou art the very god of evil,
For, after all, we cannot call thee devil.
A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Thou mak'st the chaste connubial state
Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's
And jestest with the brows of mightiest men:
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