FAREWELL. WHEN eyes are beaming What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming From their crystal cell; When hands are linked that dread to part, And heart is met by throbbing heart, Oh! bitter, bitter is the smart Of them that bid farewell! When hope is chidden That fain of bliss would tell, And love forbidden In the breast to dwell; When fettered by a viewless chain, Of them that bid farewell! VESPERS. GOD that madest Earth and Heaven, Darkness and light! Who the day for toil hast given, May thine angel guards defend us, TO LIEUTENANT-GENERAL, SIR ROWLAND HILL, K. B. HILL! whose high daring with renew'd success Hath cheer'd our tardy war, what time the cloud Of expectation, dark and comfortless, factious crowd Hung on the mountains; and yon might, By Toulon's leaguer'd wall, the fiercest bow'd; Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found.- Gild with delight thy Father's latter days! IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOODRUT, IN HINDOOSTANEE. AMBITION's voice was in my ear, she whisper'd yesterday, "How goodly is the land of Room, how wide the Russian sway! How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell through life to come, Lull'd by the harp's melodious string, cheer'd by the northern drum !" But Wisdom heard; "O youth," she said, "in passion's fetter tied, O come and see a sight with me shall cure the of thy pride!" She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shad ground, Where many an ancient sepulchre gleamed in th moonshine round. And "Here Secunder sleeps," she cried ; "this is his rival's stone; And here the mighty chief reclines who rear'd the Median throne. Inquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient pomp remain, Save late regret, and bitter tears for ever, and in vain ? Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep my lore; The lesser wealth, the lighter load,-small blame betides the poor." |