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Poetry.
POETRY .
ELLEN AND DAXFERT , A TALE , BY THE REV . MR . POLWHELE . ^ CONTINUED I'HOMOfR LAST . ]
THEY fled : and shailow'd by lhe wing of night , Amid fhe craggy hoHowsurg'd theirwav ; When lo ( a lurking slave hud " wak-li'd their flight ) [ cream , stay—T ie father ' s gleaming mail . 'St ; iy , mis-( He cried ) tiiis weapon shall the wrong repay ! ' [ ground
Whizz'd ihclleetshaft . And , instant , to the Her Danvert fell : and , gasping where he lay , [ wound The blood that spouted from lhe deathful Tiucuir'd the low-brow'd rocks that black to horrorfrown'd . So clos'd theirhapless loves . O ' er-wild despair
, As Ellon gaz'd upon the corse , iny muse Would draw the veil . The poor distracted fair [ effuse From where hope loves its radiance to Lcngturn . 'd her eyes . lint timelier dreary views Now gently lig ' -itcn'd . And , as sliesurvey'd The scene , to sully with oblivion's dews
The jinnee of the past she ne'er essav'd , Kut call'd each object round to pensive memory ' s aid . Pale Sorrow cankcr'd her check ' s damask bloom , [ eyes : And climm'd the bistre of her sparkling And she had . sunk untimely to the tomb , Had net each object with congenial ties
Attach ' il tier , as it seem'd , to svmpalhizc Willi her lorn spiril . ' Othervanis . Yd love She saw the i'O-. om-soothing vision rise . Frequent in each lone room , or bower , or grove " [ passion rove . Where Danvert wont tu talk , and in fond
Vet not lhe scene alone , where pleasure stole The hours , her solitary footsteps trace : E'en of the spot , where anguish tiirill'd her soul , She loves to mark the melancholy grace ; Nor for Golconda ' s jewels would erase 0 : ie sad impression of her Danvert here ; T . ' u ' as she trembles o ' erthesacredlace
, p To love and fancy , to pale passion dear , A shade of terror falls on every starting tear . Where she beheld his fiery , courier prance , As from behind the hills in dazzling mail VOL . IX . Q
Her Danvert came , and shook the uplifted lance ; Thither repairing , she was wont to hail That hour , when , triumph kindling thro ' the dale , Her heart , unpractis'dyet uilove . beathigh ; When , as she saw her Danvert's arm prevail ,
Shefelt theexulting throb she knew not why , And caught , she knew not how , delirium from a sigh . Nor less that oak , which flung its blasted boughs Across the forest-pathway , was her care : There Ellen would recount her fondest [ there
vows--- . Alas I he had first prov'd his p ' assiqn And , silence hovering in the shadowy air O ' er fainting clouds , she sought the cottag'd dell , [ prayer , Where , cheerful yet , the peasant breath'd a That Danvert , who had lov'd in life so well . Might , with his Ellen still , a guardian spirit dwell .
Sweet was the cot , where , many a precious hour , [ told : To the good man their tale the lovers Sweet the pine whispering o ' er the jasmins bower , When Ellen still ascended to behold Far , far beneath , the billows as iheyroll'd ; When oft with sihs they seem'd to kiss the
g shore , [ cold , To mourn her Danvert now in earth so And every rockstone echoed to deplore . In its last dying sound the joys that smile no more .
And in the cypress maze , the larch-veii'd fane ,. [ tint She lovM the summer-evening ' s saffron And the pale burnish of the pictur'd pane , And mourn'd , what time her Danvert wont to print [ flint , The grass , or climb the stops of dusky Her loves that , like a shadow , disappear'd :
And oft she borrov / 'd udistressful hint From the lone tower by friendship's ray unclieer'd , [ Sdke , endear'd . Yet by her sufferings seen , for Danvert ' s Still glimmering to the glimpses of the moon [ sir ; The dark-red rock appall'd the specned And with a hurried footstep at the iwou
Of night , poorlillen us'd to wander there ! At firot it was the wildness of despair ; When , as her frantic soul-was robb'dof rest She hail'd the bloody crag - iliatseein'd t » sure
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
ELLEN AND DAXFERT , A TALE , BY THE REV . MR . POLWHELE . ^ CONTINUED I'HOMOfR LAST . ]
THEY fled : and shailow'd by lhe wing of night , Amid fhe craggy hoHowsurg'd theirwav ; When lo ( a lurking slave hud " wak-li'd their flight ) [ cream , stay—T ie father ' s gleaming mail . 'St ; iy , mis-( He cried ) tiiis weapon shall the wrong repay ! ' [ ground
Whizz'd ihclleetshaft . And , instant , to the Her Danvert fell : and , gasping where he lay , [ wound The blood that spouted from lhe deathful Tiucuir'd the low-brow'd rocks that black to horrorfrown'd . So clos'd theirhapless loves . O ' er-wild despair
, As Ellon gaz'd upon the corse , iny muse Would draw the veil . The poor distracted fair [ effuse From where hope loves its radiance to Lcngturn . 'd her eyes . lint timelier dreary views Now gently lig ' -itcn'd . And , as sliesurvey'd The scene , to sully with oblivion's dews
The jinnee of the past she ne'er essav'd , Kut call'd each object round to pensive memory ' s aid . Pale Sorrow cankcr'd her check ' s damask bloom , [ eyes : And climm'd the bistre of her sparkling And she had . sunk untimely to the tomb , Had net each object with congenial ties
Attach ' il tier , as it seem'd , to svmpalhizc Willi her lorn spiril . ' Othervanis . Yd love She saw the i'O-. om-soothing vision rise . Frequent in each lone room , or bower , or grove " [ passion rove . Where Danvert wont tu talk , and in fond
Vet not lhe scene alone , where pleasure stole The hours , her solitary footsteps trace : E'en of the spot , where anguish tiirill'd her soul , She loves to mark the melancholy grace ; Nor for Golconda ' s jewels would erase 0 : ie sad impression of her Danvert here ; T . ' u ' as she trembles o ' erthesacredlace
, p To love and fancy , to pale passion dear , A shade of terror falls on every starting tear . Where she beheld his fiery , courier prance , As from behind the hills in dazzling mail VOL . IX . Q
Her Danvert came , and shook the uplifted lance ; Thither repairing , she was wont to hail That hour , when , triumph kindling thro ' the dale , Her heart , unpractis'dyet uilove . beathigh ; When , as she saw her Danvert's arm prevail ,
Shefelt theexulting throb she knew not why , And caught , she knew not how , delirium from a sigh . Nor less that oak , which flung its blasted boughs Across the forest-pathway , was her care : There Ellen would recount her fondest [ there
vows--- . Alas I he had first prov'd his p ' assiqn And , silence hovering in the shadowy air O ' er fainting clouds , she sought the cottag'd dell , [ prayer , Where , cheerful yet , the peasant breath'd a That Danvert , who had lov'd in life so well . Might , with his Ellen still , a guardian spirit dwell .
Sweet was the cot , where , many a precious hour , [ told : To the good man their tale the lovers Sweet the pine whispering o ' er the jasmins bower , When Ellen still ascended to behold Far , far beneath , the billows as iheyroll'd ; When oft with sihs they seem'd to kiss the
g shore , [ cold , To mourn her Danvert now in earth so And every rockstone echoed to deplore . In its last dying sound the joys that smile no more .
And in the cypress maze , the larch-veii'd fane ,. [ tint She lovM the summer-evening ' s saffron And the pale burnish of the pictur'd pane , And mourn'd , what time her Danvert wont to print [ flint , The grass , or climb the stops of dusky Her loves that , like a shadow , disappear'd :
And oft she borrov / 'd udistressful hint From the lone tower by friendship's ray unclieer'd , [ Sdke , endear'd . Yet by her sufferings seen , for Danvert ' s Still glimmering to the glimpses of the moon [ sir ; The dark-red rock appall'd the specned And with a hurried footstep at the iwou
Of night , poorlillen us'd to wander there ! At firot it was the wildness of despair ; When , as her frantic soul-was robb'dof rest She hail'd the bloody crag - iliatseein'd t » sure