POETRY. 671 



The soul of him who scorn'd to fear or fly — 

 Who lived and died, as none can live or die ! 



But lo ! from high Hymettus to the plain. 



The queen of night asserts her silent reign. 



No murky vapour, herald of the storm. 



Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing form ; 



With cornice glimmering as the moon-beams play. 



There the white column greets her grateful ray. 



And bright around with quivering beams beset 



Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret : 



The groves of olive scatter'd dark and wide 



Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide, ' 



1 he cypress saddening by the sacred mosque. 



The gleaming turret of the gay Kiosk, 



And, dun and sombre 'mid the holy calm. 



Near Theseus' fane yon solitary palm. 



All tinged with varied hues arrest the eye — 



And dull were his that pass'd them heedless by. 



Again the jEgean, heard no more afar. 

 Lulls his chaf 'd breast from elemental war ; 

 Again his waves in milder tints unfold 

 Their long array of sapphire and of gold, 

 Mixt with the shades of many a distant isle. 

 That frown — where gentler ocean seems to smile. 



THE DEATH OF HOFER, THE TYROLESE LEADER. 

 Translated from Korner^s Poems. 



" Treu hingst du deinem alten Fursten an." 



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HoFER ! iu thy bold bosom glow'd, 

 A stream as pure as ever flow'd 



Beneath a Prince's plume ; 

 Nor ever Warrior's nobler toil. 

 In battle for his native soil. 



Shed glory round his tomb. 



Roused by thy horn from cot and fold. 

 From forest glen, and rocky hold. 



With heart and eye of flame, — 

 Like rushings of the mountain flood. 

 Like lightning from the rifted cloud, 



Thy band of brothers came. 



