1824.] 



But happier still if they dispense 

 Tilt" j»it'ts ari^'lit of Providence; 

 For mortals, as the text declarer, 

 May banquet yVngels iiDawares! 



LINES 



WRITTEN OFF SICILV, SEPT. 14, 



Now the moon in splendor 



Bursts npon the sea, 

 With one feeling tender 



Dost thou think of me ? 

 Far away, I come to prove 

 Thy true honour, — my true love. 



Should the waves entomb me, 



Should the siroc smite, — 

 Wilt thon cruel doom me, 



Everlasting slight ? 

 Bitter are the frowns that prove 

 Doubted honour, — doubted love. 

 See the clouds, dissolving, 



"Melt before her light ; 

 Tims, each doubt resolving, 



Truth shall enter bright : 

 Far away, I still may prove 

 My true honour, — thy true love. 



Eliza. 



THE FRENCH PRINCESS: 



A Ballad from the Spanish. 



BY GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 



Towards France a maiden went, 



Towards France her course she benf. 



Unto Paris, — there to find 



Her father, and her mother kind. 



Far from any known abode 



She had wander'd from the road, 



And rested on a blasted fir, 



Waiting for some passenger. 



Towards her came a cavalier, 



He to Paris, too, did steer ; 



When he met the maiden's eyes. 



She address'd him in this guise: 



*• Wilt thon guide me, cavalier. 



If to Paris thou dost steer ?" 



" Will I guide thee, maiden fair > 



Yes, by all my hopes I swear." 



In the middle of the way, 



He spoke to her of love and play ; 



The maid, when she his suit.had heard, 



Cool'd hiui with a single word: 



" Hnsli thee, im^h thee, gentle kn-glit; 

 Tlio' I look so fair aud bright, 

 Diseas'd I am, — distas'd I caiiie 

 From a tainted iire and dame. 



•' The mortal v\ho with mesliMll lie 



Will waste away until he die !" 



Tlie cavalier grew (talc to see. 



But not a sentence ansv.er'd lie. 



'I'he maid, when Paris was in sight, 



Smil'd until she lungh'd outright. 



" What makes thee smile?" the warrior 



Saul ; 

 "What makes thee langli, my pretty maid?'' 

 Mt»NTHi,y Mag. No. jVO, 



Original Poetry. 431 



' I laugh at the weak cavalier ; 

 I hold ill scorn the dastard's fear. 

 Who led me thro' the desert plains, 

 And yet got nothing for his pains." 

 llie warrior's face w ilh sliame was dy'd^ 

 He stammer'd, and at length replied ; 

 " We must return the way we've crost. 

 For a something I have lost!" 

 " No," an«wer'd she, " I'll not turn back^ ' 

 To cross with thee yon desert track •, 

 And even tho' we did return. 

 Yet would treat thy love witli scorn. 

 ♦' Danghter of France's royal line, 

 I boast my birth from Constantine: 

 The man that makes me shed a tear, 

 I reckon it will cost him dear." 



SONNET. 

 Tins is the spot which day doth scarcely 

 light. 

 Such dark o'ershadowing boughs do 

 hang between ; 

 This is the spot, where in Affliction's night 



Lorenzo came to terminate the scene 

 Of all Life's gather'd sutierings : on this 

 brink, 

 Wearing Despair's black scowl, awhile 

 he stood 

 The sparkle of a moment,— 'twas to thinkj 

 Anna, on thee; thou sorceress! who 

 subdued 

 His heart to Beauty's bondage. Lo ! he 

 sinks 

 In the deep and clasping waters' womb. 

 Seldom li.e world on poor Loreuzo thinks, 

 Seldom a thouglit strajs near ihe 

 suicide's tomb. 

 Save when at times, false-hearted Anna, 



thon 

 Dost wipe compunction's drops, in mad. 

 iitss, fioni thy brow. 



Engrt. 



DAY - BREAK; 



BY J. R. PRIOR. 



Tut; sun has not yet risen up tlie east. 

 But there aie planets in the circling 



blue, 

 The moon and morning star, lucid of hue 



As polisird silver at a princely feast ; 



Exalted in their innocent courts, they see;n 

 Celestial <-piritP, horn for love and light : 

 The one just opes her halu-lid for siglit, 



Respnihiiii;,' a sweet cherub in a dream 



Of liappiuess ; the other looks among 

 The universe with persevering eye, 

 M'hilc o'er iis vision, as the wind goes by, 



It ivvinliles like a lover's in a throng 



Ol women's smiles.— Creation wakes, and 

 then 



They bask in the sun's light, unseen by 

 men. 



3 K 



Ni:vv 



