May give thee welcome from thine own blue skies, A proud rich stream of warlike melodies, Gush'd thro' the portals of the antique fane, Is there indeed such power ?--far deeper dwells One moment; and in that brief pause, the tone, As of a breeze that o'er her home had blown, Sank on the bright maid's heart." Joanne !"—Who spoke Like those whose childhood with her childhood grew Under one roof?" Joanne !"-that murmur broke With sounds of weeping forth!--She turn'd-she knew Beside her, mark'd from all the thousands there, The stately shepherd; and the youth, whose joy Her free thoughts flowed.-She saw the pomp no more The plumes, the banners :-to her cabin-door, And to the Fairy's fountain in the glade," Where her young sisters by her side had play'd, And to her hamlet's chapel, where it rose Her spirit turn'd.-The very wood-note, sung Was in her heart; a music heard and felt, Winning her back to nature. She unbound The helm of many battles from her head, And, with her bright locks bow'd to sweep the ground, Let me return!" Oh! never did thine eye Thro' the green haunts of happy infancy The crown of glory unto woman's brow. f PAULINE. To die for what we love!-Oh! there is power That strength is needed. Cosí trapassa al trapassar d'un Giorno TASSO. ALONG the star-lit Seine went music swelling, Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth; Proudly it floated, even as if no dwelling For cares or stricken hearts were found on earth; And a glad sound the measure lightly beat, A happy chime of many dancing feet. For in a palace of the land that night, Lamps, and fresh roses, and green leaves were hung, And from the painted walls a stream of light On flying forms beneath soft splendour flung : But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride Pauline, the meekly bright !—tho' now no more There in soft rest lay beautiful to see; A charm with graver, tenderer, sweetness fraught- Thro' the gay throng she moved, serenely fair, As her young daughter in the dance went by, |