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The forms of life have severed us
We wended onwards towards the church of St.
Ninian, now stopping to gaze on the unruffled
serenity of heaven, and now stooping to gather
some lovely violet. On our right stretched far Several others of these shorter poems breathe
Skiddaw and Saddleback; and on our left, the same chaste beauty and elegancy of diction.
the sheep were scattered on the refreshing turf. There is one which we admire much: a storm
We had not proceeded far ere the bells struck is raging without, when a child addresses its widowed father, in sweet, gentle accents, with
out with their soft, silvery melody; the wind
ever and anon swept their enchanting musie a request that she might go and shield her towards us ; the past soon visioned itself, it mother's grave from the hurrying blast; and
came around the spirit like a dream; pleasant the calm answer of the parent is such a striking memories played before the fancy, and as each contrast to the fear and perturbation of the liquid peal stole out, a new scene of beauty child, that we almost feel a love for death and
came foating by; the bygone hours comthe tomb :
mingled with the present, and there were rich “ Father, wake-the storm is loud,
sounds of minstrelsy, and hallowed morns, and The rain is falling fast;
distant mountains, and invigorating gales, and Let me go to my mother's grave,
pure blue heavens, and luxuriant trees, and And screen it from the blast. She cannot sleep, she will not rest,
million wild flowers, and holy thoughts. The wind is roaring so;
After rambling some four miles or more, we We prayed that she might lie in peace
got into the Kendal road, and soon came upon My father, let us go!”
the Countess Pillar. It is a plain monument, Thy mother sleeps too firm a sleep To heed the wind that blows;
bearing the arms of the family by whom the There are angel-charms that hush the noise stone was raised, and the following inscription: From reaching her repose.
.“ This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Her spirit in dreams of the blessed Land Is sitting at Jesu's feet;
Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c., for Child, nestle thee in mine arms and pray
a memorial of her last parting in this place Our rest may be as sweet!”
with her good and pious mother, Margaret, There are several beautiful sketches in the Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2nd poem entitled A Doubt, one of which we give :- of April, 1616 ; in memory whereof she had
left an annuity of 41., to be distributed to the I know not how the right may be :
poor of the parish of Brougham, every second But I have shed strange tears to see, Passing an unknown town at night,
day of April for ever, upon the stone table In some warm chamber full of light,
placed hard by. Laus Deo!” It stands on a A mother and two children fair,
bank to the right from Penrith, and is surKneeling with lifted hands at prayer.
rounded by an iron railing. It strikes one It is sweet to have looked upon such a scene, much when seen from the distance, but and sweeter the remembrance. To travel by more so when we come near; there is a solian old mail-coach on a frosty winter's night-tariness about the aged stone-a pensive loneto enter a quiet village, with its few pale and liness ; it seems to hallow every foot of ground; glimmering oil lamps casting a sickly and feeble the road becomes from henceforth saered; there glare on passing objects--to hear the hoofing of is something woven around it even sweeter the horses and the blast of the horn-to see the than song. shadows of the outside passengers on the pave- We sat down upon a grassy mound and ment, rendered distinct by the silver beams of gazed on the monument; it was a season pethe moon-to stay at the large ancient inn-to culiarly suited for thought: every cloud in the warm oneself at the blazing fire-then to start heavens had rolled away; all was one still and again, and while travelling onwards, to behold beautiful blue; the sun shone in glory, and such a picture of maternal affection and hal- | threw the stone's shadow upon the solitary road; lowed piety, must be thrilling indeed !
the wind came languidly on, and brought the This scene links itself with that peaceful delicious scent of the new-made hay; the corn hour in which we first gazed upon the Countess was golden with light. We sat and mused: Pillar: rememberest thou, O generous compa- the pillar called up a thousand fancies; and nion? We had rambled far along the banks of the tinge of melancholy with which they were the Eamont, and had beheld the fine towers of shaded, rendered them more pleasing to the Brougham Hall, and had looked upon many a mind. Two hundred years ago, a mother and rose-clustered parsonage and old ivied church, her child parted on this spot: what emotions and had lain ourselves down to rest on the swayed their bosoms we can scarcely divine at night of Saturday.
this far-off hour, but they were doubtless painThe glorious sun shone brightly eastward ful. The road was rugged then, and even less when we issued from a snug road-side inn, frequented than now; the dark fir may have about three miles from Penrith; it stood at a lined its sides and covered the distant hills; little distance from the path, and enclosed on and who knows at what moment they separaeither side with a sweet honey-suckle hedge: ted :-it may have been a stormy night, when every object seemed to breathe all the spiritual the howling winds shook the sky; but we beauty and quietude of the Sabbath; every think every wind would hush itself to rest at sound of labour washushed; the peasants had left such a scene, and breathe its balmy breath on the fields ; the sky, save here and there dimpled the sorrows of that hallowed season: whether with light fleecy clouds, was one wide hemi- it was so or no we cannot learn. We think we sphere of blue: there was a soft tranquillity on see them now: there they stand; the hand is fower, and leaf, and tree, and grassy mead grasped with tenderest love, the tear rolls
silently down the cheek, the last kiss is given, setting sun throws its last gleams on yonder the last look taken, and the child watches the cottage; that cottage is the home of hallowed retiring footsteps of the mother until she is out peace; within its little parlour are gathered of sight; then turns away and weeps.
together the loved ones of parental affection ; We have forborne to inquire into their history, the father touches the harp's vibrating strings, if such exist, for it might dispel many of those and the mother sings to the issuing notes : associations which crowd around such a monu- there is a child there, gazing fondly into its ment; its light might scatter imagination's mother's face; the sunset of the Sabbath-day thoughts : without it, and we may invest the puts on a more solemn grandeur—the twilight pillar with what idea we choose. There is a deepens, and yet the holy hymn ceases not; it sweetness at times in uncertainty: just so with increases in its magnificence of meaning ; now this. We would rather gaze upon its ancient and then a leaf rustles to the earth, first soundstone, simple and plain as it is, without one ing against the lattice window. The father and record save that which it bears on its sides, the mother, and that child of whom we spoke, than with its fullest and clearest knowledge ; catch the pensive melodies of nature; the anthere is a something left for the mind to fill up; them rolls upwards ; the leaves drop faster;
ample room and verge enough” for the fancy the winds ever and anon gush loudly, then sink wherein to play.
in “dying falls ;' the purple and the grey It was the last parting. How often did the colouring of the western sky fades into a duskchild recal the bitterness of that hour !-how ier hue; the stars twinkle, then disappear, often did she live it over again !-how often then twinkle out again. The music of that gaze upon that spot which witnessed so much home arises in deeper harmony and intenser sorrow, and that heaven which looked down so beauty; the heart is moved, and it throbs with still and so beautifully serene upon their griefs ! immortality : that child throws itself upon its And here, even here, she came, after a lapse of mother's bosom, and weeps wild tears of ecstasy. forty years, and erected this solitary stone, to Mark that child, for he will thrill the world ; record what never had been forgotten. Oh! and the time will come when the recollection and how many have beheld this lonely monu- of this scene will give a diviner grandeur to his ment with thrilling thoughts. Here the gentle everlasting bursts of song. Rogers was melted to a soft, pensive mood, and Nearly seventy years after this, enter Vienna, in after years he poured out a liquid melody in and in yon fair palace of Prince Lobkowitz, memory of that scene ;-and Wordsworth, too, hearken to the issuing sounds, sweet as the the intellectual Wordsworth, had hither come, nightingale's, yet magnificent as the roll of and felt himself moved by unutterable emotions; ocean: the room is large and spacious : fifteen ---and many a youth with fiery ambition glaring hundred of the nobility and gentry of the from the eye has paused, and better thoughts Austrian capital are assembled; the orchestra have taken hold upon him, and he has wished is crowded with near two hundred performers ; for the calm blessings of maternal love. a dark swarthy man is borne in-he is placed
A "good and pious mother"--what hallowed in the midst of that illustrious company; the memories in this — memories of Alfred, and roof rings with plaudits aud the tremendous Louis, and Cowper-memories of the ancient swell of gushing music; the theme is Creation's and the modern world—memories of touching -the confusion of the elements jar and crash ; sweetness and subduing power. A "good and there is the bellowing of dim waters and loud pious mother:" hath a liquid language en
thunders. “ The earth is without form and tering into every feeling of the soul! We void, and darkness is upon the face of the deep;" spoke of Louis. “ Under the oak-trees of Vin- but anon, and there are rich symphonies and cennes, behold him sitting-his learned coun- angelic acclamations, and “the new-created sellors, Pierre de Fontaines and Geoffroy de world mingles in every outburst of praise. Vellettes, near by-waiting rather to arbitrate Tears glisten in the eye of that old man, and than judge between those who come to his ah! he recals, in this hour of his triumph, the tribunal. How patiently he listens - how little parlour, and the harp, and the Sabbath anxiously he examines all proofs—how kindly evening, and the face of parents, and the mahe points out the middle way, overlooked by ternal affection which beamed on him so long both disputants, which will conduct to justice ago, and he blesses his good and pious mother! Can we still wonder that such a man, in such Such thoughts and such scenes came before times, was soon to become a saint in the esti- us whilst sitting beneath the morning sun and mation of men?” Thanks to thee, Blanche, for looking upon that stone; and then we would thy maternal care, and love, and blessing ! wander to the abode of Ann, Countess of Pem
The scene has changed ; prince and people broke, and picture the sports, and amusements, have passed away: those forest-trees which and lonely retirements of her youth: there was looked so beautiful in the long summer's after- a pleasure of a pure and holy kind in such noon have mouldered in the dust, and all their a reverie; the simple monument stood so soliblithe choristers have ceased their silver warb- tary, in the broad Đlaze of the noonday beams. lings; the clouds have departed, and the sweet Ah! it was the record of one sorrowful hour; jessamine and luxuriant vine have alike dropped it spoke of a daughter's feelings— feelings which into forgetfulness. We are beneath another years could never efface. There might be a sky, and stand on different ground. It is the want of order in our thoughts, but there was a autumn of 1737, and the winds sweep over this silvery harmony in the spell; it might have Austrian land, onwards to the mountains of been delusive, but it was one which tended to Switzerland : it is the small village of Rohrau, exalt and purify the spirit. How the good old fifteen leagues from Vienna. Šee how the Izaak Walton would have loved to have gazed
upon this hallowed memento of a child's af. Oh! were I now with thee-to sit and play fection!
Under the hawthorn on the slope o' th' hill,
As I was wont to do; or pluck all day On this spot we could have lingered for
The cowslip and the flaunting daffodil, hours; there was a divine sorcery binding us ; Till shepherds whistled homeward, and the west the whole road became henceforth interesting;
Folded the large sun in crimson breast ! We can never think of its pathway over hill Alford has increased our love of nature; his and through solitary dale, and by the winding poems scent with all the freshness and beauty of river, without a thrilling emotion of pensive
an April day; his verse is as clear and deep as delight; it is the lonely pillar that bestows the melody which breaks in the air when spring the fascinating charm; every bush, and tree, awakes ; "his productions have invested the and rill, and cornfield, and grassy meadow, and outward creation with a more exquisite grace wild lane, and hedgerow, becomes sacred; we would ever have it so. Ah! memories of intellect and the soul done for this planet, that
than it heretofore possessed; so much have the earth's sweetest loveliness cling around them,
“ when the sun comes up in earliest summer's and they come like blessings to the soul.
dawn, flushing with his glorious hues the sweet The sonnets of our poet are finely written: opal regions of the eastern sky; when the two On Seeing our Family Vault, are nervous
mists of the valley float up at his warm apand beautiful. The one has all the solemnity proach in whiteness ; when the greenness of and gloominess of death, the other catches the woods and meadows, the quiet loveliness of music of immortality; the former is a sad focks and herds, the glitter of streams, and picture of the cold grave, the latter scents of the smoke of cottages, all send into the heart coming Spring and budding flowers. This on images of freshness and immortal beauty; when an Autumn evening is very pleasing :
the ocean comes thundering with all his strength How soothing is that sound of far-off wheels
and splendour in the midst of such a scene; Under the golden sheen of the harvest-moon ! In the shade chequered road it half reveals
when noon broods over in a bright stillness ; A homeward-wending group, with heart in tune when evening creeps on with its coolness and To thankful merriment;-father and boy,
its shadows, drawing after it the glory of gor. And maiden with her gleanings on her head ; And the last waggon's rumble heard with joy
geous sunsets; the sombre gloom of deep woods; In the kitchen with the ending-supper spread.
the golden beaming of far and clear prospects ; But while I listening stand, the sound hath ceased; the feeling of quiet and rest accompanied by And hark, from many voices lustily
the floating odours of flowers, and the last hum The harvest-home, the prelude to the feast, In measured bursts is pealing loud and high;
of the bee; and when night builds the canopy Soon all is still again beneath the bright
of its stars, and showers its moonlight enchantFull moon, that guides me home this autumn night. ment on the earth below-in all these changes What an exquisite description of harvest- the face of nature has become almost as speakhome. Dearly do we love this relic of our ing, as entrancing to the cultivated man as the olden times ; and there is something peculiarly face of women itself; it is to him rich with all sweet in sitting upon some mossy bank in a the colours of memory and poets. It brings straggling lane, and listening to the merry with it wisdom and song, history and the sentilaughter of the swains. The scene possesses ment of music and painting, from the pages of all the loveliness of a dream : the old farm- those who have seen these things before him, house, with its high-thatched roof and shady or perhaps with him, and which have peopled trees; the great waggons laden with the golden earth for him with the beings of the mind.” corn; the rumbling of the heavy wheels; the And so hath the Spirit given to this wide world colours flying on some Maypole ; the bright a language of deeper thought and holier feelcountenances of master and men; and the calm ing. And it is to such poets as the one who beauty of the coming evening, form one of has formed the subject of this criticism, that England's happiest pictures.
we owe these richer harmonies and these richer One other sonnet, and we have done; it is glories. addressed to his “own dear country,' and recounts its many charming beauties; the most lovely features of our sea-girt isle are brought within the compass of fourteen lines. What
EDWIN ATHERSTONE. stirring of old it awakens! We seem again to traverse her sunny roads; to linger in her wild of Nineveh renders what little we know more
The mystery which enshrouds the history green lanes ; to wander along her flowing deeply interesting: we have but few records, streams; to recline on her romantic banks, and but those records characterize it as a city of dream the hours away; to saunter in her shady vast and unparalleled magnificence. We look dells ; to walk through her rustic villages ; to sit within her quiet church-yards; to gaze on
back upon this great Assyrian capital as on
The tower and steeple, rising skyward; to hear her outline is indistinct, the colouring imperfect,
some mighty and stupendous dream. silvery bells; to behold her peaceful rectories, and the figures broken, but there is one grand and happy dwellings, and ancestral mansions, feature of majesty and glory upon each and with their elms and rooks:
all ; everything is Titanic; everything is coMy own dear country!- thy remembrance comes
lossal. There is a splendour about the very Like softly-flowing music on my heart; With thy green sunny hills, and happy homes,
figments which strikes one with awe and astoAnd cots rose-bowered, bosomed in dells apart; nishment. The merry pealing of our village. bells
And this greatness has passed away, as passes Gush ever and anon upon mine ear; And is there not a far-off sound that tells
the morning dew or the April shower; a few Of many-voiced laughter shrill and clear?
crumbling walls are all that remain of its pomp
and glory. Its voluptuous banquetings have thousand domes and minarets as before ; their departed; the voice of the singer is no more architecture outspreads its beauties to the sun. heard ; the dulcimer and harp are mute; the There is the rich perfume of jasmine, and the dancing girl has ceased to move; its palm, and silver music of a million fountains. The daycedar, and pine have faded ; its flowers, which god westering, sinks; the halls are lighted up, flung their odours on every breeze, have pe- and sparkle with myriad gems; low, sweet rished ; its temples and palaces are not; its harmonies breathe out their divine witcheries. star, once so bright and resplendent, has waned Midnight overhangs the capital of the world. and gone down; there is scarce a streak of twi- Morning breaks. At the chief entrance stands light in the horizon. The gigantic power and a stranger of commanding mien; he surveys the the gigantic monarchy have fallen; their throne princely buildings ; his lips move: he speaks :is in the dust: they have been ; they are not * Woe to the bloody city! it is full of lies
Three thousand years ago, the sun shook and robbery; the prey departeth not; the noise off its glories in the sky, and Nineveh stretched of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the herself as a giant beneath its rays: that sun wheels, and of the prancing horses, and of the arose to-day, and all was desolation—the million jumping chariots. The horseman lifteth up homes swept away, and the million inhabitants both the bright sword and the glittering spear: in the grave ;-once its abodes towered up to and there is a multitude of slain, and a great heaven, and its chariots poured through its number of carcasses ; and there is none end of “two-leaved gates,” and its vast population their corpses ; they stumble upon their corpses:
rent the air with shoutings : see that mound of because of the multitude of the whoredoms of : bricks; it is the only remnant! “ So let all the well-favoured harlot, the mistress of witchthine enemies perish, O Lord !”
crafts, that selleth nations through her whoreHistory's tale is short and brief; and pro- doms, and families through her witchcrafts. phecy, too, says little; but that little shadows Behold, I am against thee, saith the Lord of out its magnificence and renown.
hosts ; and I will discover thy skirts upon thy In the year 1237, B. C., Ninus, flushed with face, and I will show the nations thy nakedness, victory, laid the foundation of the Assyrian and the kingdoms thy shame. And I will cast capital. At his death, Semiramis became re- abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, gent during the minority of their son, and and will set thee as a gazing-stock. And it added much to the city. Her strength of mind, shall come to pass, that all they that look upon energy of will, and boldness of execution, con- thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nineveh is tributed greatly to extend the glory of her laid waste: Who will bemoan her? Whence husband's kingdom. Ninyas then ascended shall I seek comforters for thee: Art thou the throne, but instead of exhibiting any of his better than populous No, that was situate among parents' vigour, he gave himself up to de- the rivers, that had the waters round about bauchery and effeminacy; his successors fol- it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall lowed but too closely and too well his example; was from the sea? Ethiopia and Egypt were and the people groaned beneath the injustice her strength, and it was infinite; Put and of sordid ministers.
Lubim were thy helpers : yet was she carried Behold that rectangular city! it has num- away, she went into captivity; her young chilbered four hundred years. There is a sound dren also were dashed in pieces at the top of of revelling and drunkenness; her daughters all the streets; and they cast lots for her honhave grown wanton; the capital is in one tu- ourable men, and all her great men were bound multuous uproar; a strange, wild man enters ; in chains. Thou also shalt be drunken ; thou he travels onwards, crying :"Yet forty days, shalt be hid; thou also shalt seek strength, and Nineveh shall be overthrown !” On, still because of the enemy. All thy strongholds on, he passes ; his finger pointed skyward, his shall be like fig-trees with the first ripe figs; eye beams with the prophetic fire, and his lips if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the quiver with the prophetic language. The rose mouth of the eater. Behold, thy people in the bowers, the myrtle-walks, and the gorgeous midst of thee are women; the gates of thy palaces are forsaken; the people crowd around; land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies; they question: no answer comes,
but the ever- the fire shall devour thy bars. Draw the waters awful denunciation : “ Yet forty days, and for the siege, fortify thy strongholds: go into Nineveh shall be overthrown.” That man has clay, and tread the mortar, and make strong the departed.
brick-kiln. There shall the fire devour thee; The city sends up its mournings and lamenta- the sword shall cut thee off; it shall eat thee up tions : sackcloth instead of royal apparel. Young like a canker-worm: make thyself many as the virgins tear off their fine linen, and clothe canker-worm-make thyself many as the locusts. themselves in the dark black garb: instead of Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the flowery wreaths, ashes; instead of the dance, stars of heaven: the canker-worm spoileth, and the bended knee; the multitude moan; repent- fleeth away. Thy crowned are as the locusts, ance goes upwards ; the throne is reached; the and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, capital stands !
which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but Those myriads are dust; the earth covers when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their them all. Five generations have lived, and place is not known where they are. Thy shepare here in the tomb. The palaces still look herds slumber, O king of Assyria ; thy nobles glorious, the rose-bowers and myrtle-walks are shall dwell in the dust; thy people is scattered as lovely as when last we gazed. The splendour upon the mountains, and no man gathereth and the magnificence of the city are undi- them. There is no healing of thy bruise; thy minished. The fresh wind sweeps over her wound is grievous ; all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon delicious fruits, and deep-toned symphonies, whom hath not thy wickedness passed con- and dream-like melodies, and golden wines, tinually.”
and softest alabaster lamps, and marble walls, The people scoff and the princes taunt; they and thrones as of one huge diamond, and orange believe not. Sardanapalus, the king, returns groves, and myrtle walks, and rose bowers, and back to his palace, and again attires himself in whisperings of trees and birds, and the distant woman's apparel ; music, the song, and the hum of the vast city, and the din of battle, and dance will drown every presentiment! Ever purple banners, and the thunderous clashand anon mockeries arise. Revel on-the storm ings of the chariots, and the tremendous shoutis breaking!
ings of the hostile hosts, and the dashing of A few hours, and there is the rumour of a the heavy rain, and the flash of lightnings, and revolt: the melodies cease; the monarch girds the ponderous thunder-peals. There are ravishhimself for war; he rushes out, followed by ing strains of music, and long banquetings, and his troops, and defeats the rebels. Joy once moonlight nights, and shady groves, and invomore is in the city!
cation to the stars, and the voice of tenderness, Belesis and Arbaces twice again offer resist- and love's sweet looks, and festivals, and dark ance, and twice again are driven back.
councils, and the mighty murmurings of rebelThe moon shines softly down, and the whole lion, and the sounds of defeat, and the cries of heaven is gemmed with burning stars : Orion triumph. The events move but slowly, but there, and the Pleiades, and Mazzaroth; the they move with majesty and grandeur; the mountains stand stilly in the clear bright night, poem intoxicates one with its beauties-stuns and the palm and fir wave their branches in by its magnificence. We might have been the hollow gust that ever and anon sweeps up wandering in some luxurious Eden, with its their sides. There is the sound as of a human perfection and glory, for years, and then have voice in prayer; the supplication deepens in suddenly seen the enchanting spot swept over its intonations; the language every moment by the howling winds and lashed to atoms. grows more impassioned; it beseeches destruc- We are at first astonished, and then sink back tion on Assyria's king: the words wax louder palled ; there is a dazzling vividness about all and more eloquent; there is a struggle as of his descriptions, but it is often too bright for death; it breaks into one tremendous ejacula- common eyes. tion—“Nineveh must fall! Nineveh must fall!" What a picture of eastern voluptuousness is The sun arises ; the streak of light chequers
this :the horizon; the stars fade out; the moon is The moon is clear, the stars are coming forth; as some small fleecy cloud ; the mountain-tops The evening breeze fans pleasantly. Retired are crimsoned with the coming brightness; the
Within his gorgeous hall, Assyria's king
Sits at the banquet; and in love and wine dark, majestic trees are tinged with the same
Revels unfearing. On the gilded roof rich colouring; twilight wanes; the sun ascends A thousand golden lamps their lustre fling; higher yet and higher; the last words come on And on the marble walls; and on the throne,
Gem-bossed, that, high on jasper steps upraised, the ear, as the dashing of a cataract beneath a
Like to one solid diamond, quivering stands, stormy sky, or the crash of a forest oak splin- Sun-splendours flashing round. In woman's garb tered by the lightning's flash-“Nineveh must The sensual king is clad; and with him sit fall! Nineveh must fall !”
A crowd of beauteous concubines. They sing, Belesis—for that is the man-now joins his
And shoot the sparkling glance; and laugh, and sigh:
And feed his ear with honeyed flatteries; companions, and promises help in five days, And laud him as a god. All rarest flowers, if they will but tarry. The first morning comes Bright-hued and fragrant, in the brilliant light
Bloom as in sunshine : like a mountain-stream; up, and fades into dim night; the second and
Amid the silence of the dewy eve, the third pass away—there is breathless sus
Heard by the lonely traveller through the vale; pense; the other two have gone, and still no With dream-like murmuring melodious, assistance. We will return home to our wives In diamond showers a crystal fountain falls.
All fruits delicious, and of every clime, and our little ones is the general thought.
Beauteous to sight and odoriferous, Suddenly there are tidings of the march of the
Invite the taste : and wines of sunny light, Bactrian troops on their way to the monarch ; Rose-hued, or golden; for the feasting gods these are gained over to revolt, and the rebels,
Fit nectar. Sylph-like girls, and blooming boys,
Flower-crowned, and in apparel bright as spring, thus reinforced, attack the royal camp, and
Attend upon their bidding: at the sign, drive Sardanapalus to the city.
From bands unseen, voluptuous music breathes; Two long years have passed, and the capital Harp, dulcimer; and, sweetest far of all, of the world still uprears its magnificent front
Woman's mellifluous voice.
BOOK I. to the sky, and the third has come ;—there is Again in the fifteenth Book :yet energy and vigour in the besiegers and the
And as the eve drew on, with the cool breeze, besieged. The river, once its safeguard as well The damsels of the city came abroad, as ornament, heaves, swells, and overflows; it And with the nobles and the captains danced,
And with the soldiers each in her degree. has now become its enemy, according to ancient
Their garments were of every delicate hue ; prediction. Silence is in the palace, and ever- Linen like snow, silk light as gossamer. lasting leave-taking; smoke curls upwards ; it Their anklets were of silver, and of gold; is from the funeral-pile of the Assyrian empire !
And golden chains, and strings of pearls, and gems
Circled their necks: their ear-rings were pure gold, Atherstone's poem on this subject is perhaps
And jewels ; and their zones, of Tyrian dye, the most gorgeous and brilliant in the English Round the slim waist with buckles of fine gold language; nothing can equal its oriental splen- And gems were clasped. Adown the shoulders some
Let fall the ambrosial ringlets, waving loose ; dour and voluptuousness. The verse is laden
Some the rich tresses into graceful knots with the richest perfumes, and the loveliest
Had woven, and in golden network bound, flowers, and the silver spray of fountains, and Or strings of orient pearl,