From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent To the broad column which rolls on, and shows Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes [back! With many windings, through the vale:-Look Lo! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread,- -a matchless cataract, Horribly beautiful! but on the verge, Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn: THE VENUS OF MEDICIS. But Arno wins us to the fair white walls, Her corn, and wine, and oil, and Plenty leaps And buried Learning rose, redeem'd to a new morn. There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fills Of heaven is half undrawn ; within the pale What mind can make, when Nature's self would fail; And to the fond idolaters of old Envy the innate flash which such a soul could mould : We gaze and turn away, and know not where, Appear'dst thou not to Paris in this guise? Feeding ou thy sweet cheek! while thy lips are Shower'd on his eyelids, brow, and mouth, as from an urn! Glowing, and circumfused in speechless love, That feeling to express, or to improve, The gods become as mortals, and man's fate We can recall such visions, and create, From what has been, or might be, things which grow Into thy statue's form, and look like gods below. I leave to learned fingers, and wise hands, I would not their vile breath should crisp the stream The unruffled mirror of the loveliest dream That ever left the sky on the deep soul to beam. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO. There was a sound of revelry by night, The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; Music arose with its voluptuous swell, eyes Soft looked love to eyes which spake again, And I went merry as a marriage-bell; [knell ! But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising Did ye not hear it ?-no; 'twas but the wind, On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; K To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet- And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Within a window'd niche of that high hall And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, And near, While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips" The foe! They come! they come !" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose ! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes:How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clans-man's ears! And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves Ere evening, to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when rent, The earth is covered thick with other clay, |