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Upon our side, we who were strong in love!
TO A SKY-LARK.
ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares above. Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground! Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will
, Those quivering wings composed, that
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
() terror! what hath she perceived ?-0 joy!
But thou, though capable of sternest deed,
Mild Hermes spake--and touched her with his No Spectre greets me,-no vain Shadow this ; wand
Come, blooming Hero, place thee by my side ! That calms all fear ; “Such grace hath crowned Give, on this well known couch, one nuptial kiss
To me, this day, a second time thy bride ! ” Laodamia ! that at Jove's command
Jove frowned in heaven : the conscious Parcæ Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air :
threw He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space ; Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue. Accept the gift, behold him face to face !”
“ This visage tells thee that my doom is past : Forth sprang the impassioned Queen her Lord to Nor should the change be mourned, even if the clasp ;
joys Again that consummation she essayed ;
Of sense were able to return as fast But unsubstantial Form eludes her grasp
And surely as they vanish. Earth destroys
Those raptures duly - Erebus disdains :
Be taught, O faithful Consort, to control
Rebellious passion : for the Gods approve onfirm, I pray, the vision with thy voice : The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ; his is our palace,--yonder is thy throne; A fervent, not ungovernable, love. eak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice. Thy transports moderate ; and meekly mourn ot to appal me have the gods bestowed
When I depart, for brief is my sojourn” is precious boon; and blest a sad abode.”
“ Ah, wherefore ?–Did not Hercules by force reat Jove, Laodamia ! doth not leave
Wrest from the guardian Monster of the tomb gifts imperfect :-Spectre though I be, Alcestis, a reanimated corse, a not sent to scare thee or deceive ;
Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom ? in reward of thy fidelity.
Medea's spells dispersed the weight of years, something also did my worth obtain ; And Æson stood a youth ʼmid youthful peers. fearless virtue bringeth boundless gain.
The Gods to us are merciful and they knowest, the Delphic oracle foretold Yet further may relent : for mightier far the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand | Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway d die ; but me the threat could not withhold: Of magic potent over sun and star, erous cause a victim did demand ;
Is love, though oft to agony distrest, orth I leapt upon the sandy plain ;
And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's -devoted chief-by Hector slain.”
eme of Heroes-bravest, noblest, best ! But if thou goest, I follow—” “Peace!” he said, atchless courage I bewail no more, She looked upon him and was calmed and cheered; then, when tens of thousands were deprest The ghastly colour from his lips had fled; ht, propelled thee to the fatal shore ; In his deportment, shape, and mien, appeared und'st-and I forgive thee-here thou art, Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, r counsellor than my poor heart.
Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Of all that is most beauteous—imaged there
Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascendIn happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
Seeking a higher object. Love was given, An ampler ether, a diviner air,
Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; And fields invested with purpureal gleams;
For this the passion to excess was drivenClimes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day
That self might be annulled : her bondage prove Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.
The fetters of a dream, opposed to love.”
Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes re-appears !
Round the dear Shade she would have clung—'tis
vain : “ The end of man's existence I discerned,
The hours are past—too brief had they been years;
And him no mortal effort can detain :
, toward the realms that know not earthly day,
And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse She lay. And while my youthful peers before my eyes (Each hero following his peculiar bent)
Thus, all in vain exhorted and reproved,
She perished ; and, as for a wilful crime,
By the just Gods whom no weak pity moved,
Was doomed to wear out her appointed time, What time the fleet at Aulis lay enchained.
Apart from happy Ghosts, that gather flowers
Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.
-Yet tears to human suffering are due;
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone, Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand. As fondly he believes.-Upon the side
Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang
From out the tomb of him for whom she died; When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife !
And ever, when such stature they had gained On thee too fondly did my memory hang,
That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, And on the joys we shared in mortal life,
The trees' tall summits withered at the sight; The paths which we had trod—these fountains
A constant interchange of growth and blight !. flowers ; My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers.
But should suspense permit the Foe to cry,
* For the account of these long-lived trees, see Pliny's Natural History, lib. xvi. cap. 44. ; and for the features in the character of Protesilaus see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides. Virgil places the Shade of Laodamia in a mournful region, among unhappy Lovers,
Mourn, and lament for him whose spirit dreads
For him who to divinity aspired, (SEE PLUTARCH).
Not on the breath of popular applause,
But through dependence on the sacred laws SERENE, and fitted to embrace,
Framed in the schools where Wisdom dwelt retired, Where'er he turned, a swan-like grace
Intent to trace the ideal path of right Of haughtiness without pretence,
(More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved And to unfold a still magnificence,
with stars) Was princely Dion, in the power
Which Dion learned to measure with sublime And beauty of his happier hour.
delight;And what pure homage then did wait
But He hath overleaped the eternal bars ; On Dion's virtues, while the lunar beam
And, following guides whose craft holds no consent Of Plato's genius, from its lofty sphere,
With aught that breathes the ethereal element, Fell round him in the grove of Academe,
Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood, Softening their inbred dignity austere
Unjustly shed, though for the public good. That he, not too elate
Whence doubts that came too late, and wishes vain, With self-sufficing solitude,
Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain; But with majestic lowliness endued,
And oft his cogitations sink as low Might in the universal bosom reign,
As, through the abysses of a joyless heart, And from affectionate observance gain
The heaviest plummet of despair can goHelp, under every change of adverse fate. But whence that sudden check? that fearful start !
He hears an uncouth sound
Anon his lifted eyes Five thousand warriors- the rapturous day! Saw, at a long-drawn gallery’s dusky bound, Each crowned with flowers, and armed with spear A Shape of more than mortal size and shield,
And hideous aspect, stalking round and round ! Or ruder weapon which their course might yield,
A woman's garb the Phantom wore, To Syracuse advance in bright array.
And fiercely swept the marble floor,Who leads them on?— The anxious people see
Like Auster whirling to and fro, Long-exiled Dion marching at their head,
His force on Caspian foam to try;
Or Boreas when he scours the snow
That brought their precious liberty again.
The sullen Spectre to her purpose bowed,
Sweeping-vehemently sweepingAnd, as the great Deliverer marches by,
No pause admitted, no design avowed ! He looks on festal ground with fruits bestrown; “ Avaunt, inexplicable Guest !—avaunt," And flowers are on his person thrown
Exclaimed the Chieftain—“let me rather see In boundless prodigality;
The coronal that coiling vipers make; Nor doth the general voice abstain from prayer, The torch that flames with many a lurid flake, lovoking Dion's tutelary care,
And the long train of doleful pageantry
Which they behold, whom vengeful Furies haunt;
Move where the blasted soil is not unworn,
Mockery—or model roughly hewni,
Ill-fated Chief! there are whose hopes are built
Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes !
THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.
List to those shriller notes !-that marche
WITHIN the mind strong fancies work,