So o'er the sunset clouds of red mortality VII. NIGHT AND DEATH.-WHITE.1 MYSTERIOUS night! when our first parent knew And lo! creätion widened in man's view. That to such countless orbs thou madest us blind? VIII. NIGHT.-SHELLEY. How beautiful this night! The balmiëst sigh, That wraps this movelèss scene. Heaven's ĕbon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, A metaphor of peace ;-all form a scene 1 Joseph Blanco White, a Spanish gentleman of Irish descent, who came to England in 1810, and devoted himself to literature, chiefly through the magazines and periodical press. He was born in 1775, and died in 1841. 2 Hěs' pe rus, the evening star, especially Venus. Where musing solitude might love to lift IX. THE MOON.-CHARLOTTE SMITH,1 QUEEN of the silver bow! by thy pale beam, And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, That in thy orb the wretched may have rest; Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here. X. THE STARS.-DARWIN.2 ROLL on, ye stars; exult in youthful prime; 1 Mrs. Charlotte Smith (Miss Turner) was born in King Street, St. James Square, London, May 4th, 1749. Her first collection of sonnets and other poems was very popular, passing through no less than eleven editions. Her first novel, "Emmeline," which was exceedingly popular, appeared in 1788. Her novels and other prose works, in all about forty volumes, were much admired by Sir Walter Scott and other contemporaries; but she is now most known and most valued for her poetry, which abounds with touches of tenderness, grace, and beauty. She died on the 28th of October, 1806. 'Erasmus Darwin, an English physician, poet, and botanist, was born at Elton, in 1731, and after taking his degree at Edinburgh, pursued his professional career at Litchfield, from which place he re moved to Derby, where he died in 1802. Dr. Darwin was an original thinker, a great adept in analogies, and an able versifier. 1 Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush, SECTION XXIX. I. 153. LOCHINVAR'S RIDE. H, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, best I And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. 2. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, 3. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" 4. "I long wooed your daughter,-my suit you denied ;Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland möre lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." 5. The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure !" said young Lochinvar. 6. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." 7. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scar; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. 8. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? SCOTT. II. 154. THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE. WORD ORD was brought to the Danish king That the love of his heart lay suffering, And pined for the comfort his voice would bring; Better he loves each golden curl On the brow of that Scandinavian girl Than his rich crown jewels of ruby and pearl ; And his Rose of the Isles is dying! 2. Thirty nobles saddled with speed; (Hurry!) Each one mounting a gallant steed 8. His nobles are beaten, one by one; (Hurry!) They have fainted, and faltered, and homeward gone; His little fair page now follows ǎlōne, For strength and for courage trying The king looked back at that faithful child; They passed the drawbridge with clattering din, 4. The king blew a blast on his bugle horn ; No answer came; but faint and forlorn The castle portal stood grimly wide; 5. The panting steed, with a drooping crest, Stood weary. The king returned from her chamber of rest, The thick sobs choking in his breast; And, that dumb companion eyeing, The tears gushed forth which he strove to check; CAROLINE NORTON. |