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him like an eye. He was a well-proportioned youth, .with dark chestnut 
hair, that, parting in the centre of" his high forehead, hung almost to his 
shoulders in graceful curls. His full deep blue\eye was overhung by a 
straight brow, black and narrow, which would bend and answer. the ¢url 
of his proud lip when the frivolous speeches of some. of the young 
gallants reached his ear; and then, with a sigh almost like a groan, he 
would turn to the fayourite spot of blue sky above him, and gaze at the 
star shining there, as though he wished to breathe his very spirit into 
its white beams. His young cheek was pale and rather wasted, and. the 
two deep lines engraven there told of bitter scorn, passionate thoughts, 
the sorrow that kills, and the proud heart that deeply feels but wails 
not. He pressed his hand to his forehead, and, still keeping his reclin- 
ing position, appeared to make an effort not to be totally a misanthrope 
where all were so happy, seeming to intreat himself for once to unbend 
and become like those about him ; and in a not unmusical yoice, but low, 
and carelessly, was sung— cesraieaails 
THE POET’S SONG. rat ct Joutesd 
Alas for me! acloud has hung it to eto 
O’er all mine early days ; 
And if perchance a light has flung As 
Across my path its rays, 
I’ve wished that it had never been— 
For, like a flame at midnight seen, 
Ihave but found, when it hath past, LBtq 
A deeper darkness round me cast. rot dyriron 
Alas for me !—false hearts I’ve found, SAITO MIEHO] 
Where I had. deem’d them true; ! S20qiug 
And stricken hopes lie all around rel aw oct LW 
Where’er I turn my view. o-99Tv19e 92 OF 
There have been some that I have lov’d,, 4. goni 9 oli a! 
And whose returning love I’ve proy’d 
Far above sounding words ;—but they 
Are dead and gone, and past away. 
Alas for me !—I eannot think a 
Of happy moments fled ; eT y 
Or sigh to look o’er that dread brink F Ey 
Where sleep the countless dead. 
My joys have been by sorrows crushed ; BE FEY: 
My heart’s best sounds have all been hushed’; 1 391 
Its strings are strained, and so my grave. ih s 
Will welcome be—in earth or wave. 
TSIISO 
Alas for me!—’tis pity, too, 
As youthis still mine own, 
That I should think as now I do, 
And know what I have known: 
But still I to this earth must cling, sie 
While brooks and trees and blossoms spring; 
And while the sky, the rocks and sea, r 
Are such sweet, silent friends to me, ete ie te? 
Thus the night wore away, while their songs, their. pleasant, “talese: 
their happy talking and laughter, so cheated the time, that. the; 
morning came upon them like a surprise. _ Hearts were “conguete { 
friendships made, and loves confirmed, that lasted throug 2a ife 5. 
and often, in after days, did the memories of those who were oJ od fi 
company revert with delight to the merriments and the songs.ot a: 
Summer Night. : DE Mirus ha bepat «= a 
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