ZOPRznz, ~ ~ 4)otm, BY MRS. BROOKS. Forse sort F stanca di me tarmentar — ~retastas50. ~)/ / ss\ ~ y LOSTON: PU3LISHED By RICllARDSO~ & LORD ~ H. A. FROST, PRINTER DISTRICT OF M~~~CHUSETTh, to wet: District Clerk's Oflice. BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the twelfth day of August, A. D 1825, in the fiftieth year of the Independence of the United States of America, Richardson & Lord, of the said District, have deposited in this office the Title of a Book, the right whereof they claim as Propi'ietors, in tiie words following, to wit: "Zophiel, a Poem, by jMrs. Brooks. Forse la sorte E stanca di me tormentar.-~Ietastasio. In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United ~tates, entitled, " An Act for the encourageme~~t of Learning, by securing the Copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of such Copies, during the times therein mentioned:" and also to an Act, entitled, "An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, An Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the Copies of Maps, Charts and Books to the A',thors and Proprietors of such Copies during the ti'ces therein mentioned and extending tbe honefits thereof to the Arts of Designing, Engraving and Etching Historical and other Prints." JOHN W. DAVIS, Clerk of the District of ~Iassachusetts. PREFAC~. WISHING to make a continued effort, in $ an art which, though almost in secret, has been adored and assiduously cultivated from earliest infancy, it was my intention to have chosen some incident from Pagan his tory, as the foundation of my contemplated poem. But, looking over the Jewish annals, I was induced to select for my purpose, one of their well-known stories which besides its extreme beauty, seemed to open an extensive field for the imagination which might therein avail itself not only of impor tant and elevated truths but pleasing and popular superstitions. Having finished one Canto I left tiie United States for the West Indies in the hope of being able to sail thence for Great Britain, where I might submit what I had done to the candour of some able writer publish it, if thought expedient and ohtaij~ 1* PREFAcE. advice and materials for the improvement and prosecution of my work. But as events have transpired to frustrate that intention I have endeavored to make it as perfect, as with the means I have access to, is possible. It is, now, far beneath what might have been done, under the influence of more decided hopes and more auspicious circumstances. Yet, as it is, I am induced to place it before the public, with that anxiety which naturally attends the doubtful accomplishment of any favourite object, on the principle that no artist can make the same improvement, or labour with so much pleasure to himself, in private, as when comparing his efforts with those of others, and listening to the opinions of critics and the remarks of connoisseurs. The beauty, though she may view herself, in her i~irror, from the ringlets of her hair to the sole of her slipper, and appear most lovely to her own gaze, can never he certain of her power to please until the suffrage of PREFACE. society confirm the opinion fbrn~cd in seclusion; and " Qu'est cc que la beaut~ s'elle ne touche pas?" Literary employments are necessary to the happiness and almost to the vitality of those who pursue them with much ardour; and though the votaries of the muses are, too often, dehased by faults, yet, abstractedly considered, a taste for any art, if well directed, must seem a preservative not only against melancholy, hut even against misery and vice. Genius, whatever its bent, supposes..~ refined and delicate moral sense and thouglt sometimes perverted by sophistry or circumstance, and sometimes failing through weakness; can always, at least, comprehend and feel, the grandeur of honour and thc beauty of virtue. As to the faults of those to whom thc world allows the possession of genius,~re are, perhaps, good grounds for the belief that they have actually fewer than il0ose S PRL'rAc~. employed about ordinary affairs; but the last are easily concealed and the first carefully dragged to light. The miseries too, sometimes attendant on persons of distinguished literary attainments, are often held forth as a subject of "warn and scare" but Cervantes and Camoe~ns would both have been cast into prison even though unable to read or write, and Savage, though a mechanic or scrivener, would probably have possessed the same failings and consequently have fallen into the same, or a greater degree of poverty and suffering. Alas! how many, in the flower of youth and strength, perish in the loathsome dungeons of this island, and, when dead, are reflised a decent grave; who, in many instances, were their histories traced by an able pen would be wept by half the civilized world. ~hough I can boast nothing but an cxtrerne and unquenchable love for the art to which my humble aspirations are confined, PREFAcE. my lyre has been a solace when every thing else has failed; soothing when agitated, and when at peace furnishing that exercise and excitement without which the mind becomes sick, and all her faculties retrograde when they ought to be advancing. ~Ien, when they feel that nature has kindled in their bosoms a flame which must incessantly be fed, can cultivate eloquence arid exert it, in aid of the unfortunate before the judgment seats of their country; or endeavour to "lure to the skies" such as enter the tem ples of their god; but woman, alike suiject to trials and vicissitudes and endowed with the same wishes, (for the observation, " there is no sex to soul," is certainly not untrue,) condemned, perhaps, to a succession of arduous though minute duties in which, oftentimes, there is nothing to charm and little to distract, unless she be allo~ved the exercise of her pen must fall inte~melan choly and despair, and perish, (to i~se the language of ~Iad. de Stac~l,) " consumed by her own energies." 10 FP~FAC~. Thus do we endeavour to excuse any inordinate or extreme attachment by labouring to show in their highest colours the merits of its object. Zophiel may or may not be called entirely a creature of imagination, as comports with the faith of the reader; he is not, however, endowed with a single miraculous attribute; for which the general belief of ages, even among christians, may not be produced as authority. The stanza in which his story is told though less complicate and beautiful than the Spencerian, is equally ancient; and favorable to a pensive melody, is also susceptible of much variety. The marginal notes will be useless to such as have read much. ~an Patricio, Island of Cuba, ~arch ~O, 1825 INVOCATION. Tiroir with the da~k blue eye upturned to heaven, And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow, Daughter of God,-most dear, Come with thy quiveflng tear, And tresses wild, and robes of loosened flow, To tl)y lone votaress let one look be given! Come Poesy! nor like some just-formed maid, ~Vith heart as yet nnswoln by bliss or woe - But of such age be seen,t~~ As Egypt's glowing queen, ~Vhen her brave Roman learned to Iveherso 4~ That death and loss of fame, were, by a smile, repaid. Or as thy Sappho, when too fierce assailed By stern ingratitude her tender breast Her love by scorn repaid ~ Her friendship true betrayed, ~ Sick of the guileful earth, she sank for rest !n the cold waves embrace; while Grecian muse bewailed. 2 14 INvOCATION. Be to my mortal eye, like some fair dameRipe, but untouched by time; whose frequent blush Plays o'er her cheek of truth As soft as earliest youth While thoughts exalted to her mild eye rushAnd the expanded soul, tells`twas from heaven it came. Daughter of ~~f~~5 first cause; who, when he saw The ills that unborn innocents must hear, When doomed to come on earth Bethought-and gave thee birth To charm the poison from affliction there And from his source eternal, bade thee draw. He gave thee power, inferior to his own But in control o'er matter.`iMid the crash Of earthqnake, war, and storm, Is seen thy radiant form Thou com'st at midnight on the lightning's flash, And ope'st to those thou lov'st new scenes and worlds unknown. And still, as wild barbarians fiercely break The graceful column and the marble dome Where arts too long have lain Debased at pleasure's fain, And bleeding justice called 01) wrath to come, `Mid ruins heaped around, thou bidst thy votarists wake, INV0CATI0~. 15 ~1ethinks I see thee on the broken shrine Of some fall'n temple-where the grass waves high With many a flowret wild; While some lone, pensive, child Looks on the sculpture with a wondenng eye Whose kindling fires betray that he is chosen thine.*' Or on some beetling cliff-where the mad waves Rush echoing thro' the high-arched caves below, I view some love-reft fair Whose sighing warms the air, Gaze anxious on the ocean as it raves And call on thee-alone, of power to soothe her woe. Friend of the wretched; smoother of the couch Of pining hope; thy pitying form I know! Where thro' the wakeful night, a dim taper's light, Lies a pale youth, upon his pallet low, Whose wan and woe-worn charms rekindle at thy touch. * Genius, perhaps, has often, nay generally, been awakened and the whole fOft~re bent of the mind thus strongly operated upon, d~termined, by sosne circumstance trivial as this. IN~OCATION. Friendless-oppressed by fate-ilse restless fires Of his thralied soul prey on his beauteous frame Till, strengthened by thine aid, He shapes some kindred maid, Fours forth in song the life consuming flame, And for awhile forgets his sufferings and desires. Scorner of thoughtless grandeur, thou hast chose Thy besl-I)e1oved from ruddy Nature's breast: The grotto dark and rude The forest solitudeThe craggy mount by blushing clouds carestHave altars where thy light etherial glows.* * Every nation, however rude, has, as it has heen ju'tly observed, a taste for poetry. This art after oil that has and can be said for and against it, is the langosge of nature, and among She relics of the most polished and learned nations little has survived except such as simply depicts those natural feelings and images which have ever existed and ever m~~st continue. Most of the great poets have been individuals of humble condition rising from the mass of the people by that natural principle which causes the more iberia particles to rise and tlse denser to sink to the earth. But, as Byron exquisitely says, in one of the most wonderfully bcastifsl pages he ever com posed, "Many are poets who h er penned Their inspirations, and, perchaucc, the best; They felt, they loved, and died; but would not lend Their thoughts S beings; they comprest The god witbi them, and rejoined the stars Unloureidupon earth." to its pt~sce where I now write amid several hundred Africans of different ages, and nations, the most debased of any on the face of INVOCATION. 17 Thy sovereign priest by earth's vile sons was driven To make the cold Unconscious earth his bed:* The damp cave mocked his sighs But from his sightless eyes, N\Trung forth by wrongs, the anguished drops he shed, Fell each as an appeal to summon thee from heaven. Thou sought'st him in his desolation; placed On thy warm hosom his unpillowed head; Bade him for visions live More bright than worlds can give; O'er his pale lips thy soul infusive shed Fhat left his dust adored where kings decay untraced. the earth, I have been enabled to observe, even in tisis, last link of the chain of homanity, th atural love for music and poetry. Aoy little incident which no the estate where they toil, ad which the greater part of them ar ffered to leave, is i~mediately made the subject of a rode song bids they, in their L~eken Spanish, sing to their companions; and thereby relieve a little the monotony of ttseir lives. I h ed these poorcreatores, under varions circsmstances. and thoogh, generally, extrentely brutal, have, in some instances, !~eard tossebes of sentiment froos them, when onder the influence of nef, equal to any which have flowed from the pen of Rousseau. * On the banlcs of the Meles was shown the,pot where Critheit, the mother of Homer, brooght him into the world, and th a to which he retired to compose his immortal verses. A moosment erected to his memory and inscribed with his name stood in the n~iddle of the city-it was adorned with spar ions porticos under v~l~irh the citizens assembled." 2* 18 INVOCATION. Source of deep feeling-of surpatting loveCreative power,-'tis thou hast peopled heaven Since man from duat arose His birth the cherub owes* To thee-by thee his r~pturous harp was given & And white wings tipp'd with gold that cool the domes above. Hu~her of secret sighs-from childhood's hour The slave of Fate, I've knelt before thy throne; To thy loved courts have sped Whene'er my heart has bled, And every ray of bliss that heart itas kn~~n rlas reached it thro' thy grief.dispelling power. Fain thro' my nat~ve solitudes I'd roam Bathe my rude harp in my bright native streams Twine it with flowers tit at bloom But for the deserts gloom, Or, for the long and jetty hair tit at gleams O'er the dark~bosomed maid that inakes the wild her home.t *The Indians (says ~L de Vottsire) from whom every species of il~eotogy is derived, invented the angels ond represented them in the ir ancient boot the Shasta," as immortol creatures, participat in the divinity of th ste a lost whom a great nonsher ~This invocatien when composed was intended to precede a series of poems entitled Occidental Eclsgocs which work the wmtor has or fenod oppm'tnn~ty to finish INVOCATION. 19 I sing not for the crowd, or low or highA pensive wanderer on life's thorny heath Eartfl's pageants for my view Have nought: I love but few, And ftw~who ebance to bear thy trembling breath, My lyre, for her who wakes thee, have a sigh.* Forsake me not! none ever loved thee more! Fair queen, I'll meet woe's fearfulest frown-and smile If mid the scene severe Thou'lt drop on me one tear, And let thy flitting forsn soraetin~es beguile The present of its ills-i'll scorn them and adore. Then warm the form relentless f~te would chillDark lours my night-Oh! give me one embrace! If every pain I bear Befit me for thy care, Come sorrow —scorn —desertion-I can chase Despair, fell watching for her victim still. revolted in heaven, Len Parsis igni roles, qoi suhsistent encore not commoniqon a`anteor de la religion den ancieno Peroes len noms deo anges qoe leo premiers Pers aiooaieot. On en troove cent-dix-nenf,parmi deoqoelo ne sent ni Rapha~l ni Gabriel quo leo Peroen n'adnpterent qoe loog-temo apres. Ceo mets snot Chaldeeno; ilo oe forent cenono den Juife qee dano leorcapfl'vite." * It may not be improper to ehoerve that these stanzas were composed doriog a period of misfortune and dejection. ZOPHIEL. CANTO!. I. Tu~ time has been-this holiest records sayIn punishment for crimes of mortal birth, When spirits banished from the realms of day Wandered inalignant o'er the nighted earth. (I) And from the cold and marble lips declared, Of some blintl-worshipped-earth.created god, Their deep deceits; which tru~ting monarchs snared Filling the air with moans, with gore the sod~* Yet angels doffed their robes in radiance dyed, And for a while the joys of heaven delayed, To watch benign by some just mortal's sideOr meet th' aspiring love of some high gifted maid.t *The god who conducted the Hebrews`eut a malignant spirit to speak from the mouth of the prophets, in order to deceive king Achab. tit is useless to note this stanza, as two well-known poems have lately been founded on the same passage of the Pentateuch to which it alludes. 22 ZOPHIEL. Blest were those days -can these dull ages boast Aught to compare? tho' now no more beguileChain'd in their darkling depths th' infernal hostWho would not brave a fiend to share an angel's smile? II. ~~~~~ then there lived a captive Hebrew pair; In woe th' embraces of their youth had past, And blest their paler years one d~~ter-fair She flourished, like a lonely rose, the last And loveliest of her line. The tear of joyThe early love of song-the sigh that broke From her young lip-the best-beloved employWhat womanhood disclosed in infancy bespoke. A child of passion-tenderest and best Of all that heart has inly loved and felt Adorned the fair enclosure of her breastWhere passion is not found, no virtue ever dwelt. Yet not, perverted, would my words imply The impulse given by Heaven's great Artizan Alike to man and worm-mere spring, whereby The distant wheels of life, while time endures, roll on ZOPHI~L. 23 But the collective ministry that fill About the soul, their all-important placeThat feed her fires-empower her fainting willAnd write the god on feeble mortals face. TI'. Yet anger, or revenge, envy or hate The damsel knew not: when her bosom burned And injury darkened the decrees of fate, She had more pitious wept to see fl~at pain returned. Or if perchance, tho' formed most just and pure, Amid their virtue's wild lu~unance hid, Such germ all mortal bosoms must immure Which sometimes show their poisonous heads unbi? If haply such the lovely Hebrew finds, Self knowledge wept th' abasing truth to know, And innate pride, that queen of noble minds, Crushed them indignant ere a bud could grow. Iv. And such-ev'n now, in earliest youth are seenBut would they live, with armour more deform, Their love-o'erflowing breasts must learn to screen "The bird that sweetest sings can least endure the storm." 24 ZOPlITEL. VAnd yet, despite of all the gushing tearThe melting tone-the darting he art-stream-proved, The soul that in them spoke, could spurn at fear Of death or danger; and had those she loved Required it at their need, she could have stood, Unmoved, as some fair-sculptured statue, while The dome that guards it, ~~~~~~~ convulsions, rude Are shivering-meeting ruin with a smile. VIAnd this, at intervals in language hright Told her blue eyes; tho' oft the tender lid Like lilly drooping languidly; and white And trembling-au save love and lustre hid. Then, as young christian hard had sung, they seemed Like some Madonna in his soul-so sainted; But opening in their energy-they heamed As tasteful pagans their Minerva painted; While o'er her graceful shoulders' milky swell, Like those full oft on little children seen Almost to earth ~er silken ringlets fell Nor owned Pactolus' sands more golden sheen. 0 ZOPHIEL. VIL And now, full near, the hour unwished for drew When fond, Sephora hoped to see her wed; And, for`twould else expire, impatient grew To renovate her race from beauteous Egla's bed. VIII. None of their kindred lived to claim her hand l3ut stranger-youths had asked her of her sire With gifts and promise fair; he could withstand All save her tears; and harkeniug her desire Still left her free; but soon her mother drew From her a vow, that when the twentieth year Its full, fair finish o'er her beauty threw, If what her fancy fed on, came not near~ She would entreat no more but to the voice t Of her light-giver hearken; and her life V And love-all yielding to that kindly choice Would hush each idle wish and learn to be a wife. Ix. Now oft it happ'd when morning task was done And for the virgins of her household made And lotted each her toil; while yet the sun ~ Was young, fair Egla to a woody shade, 3 26 ZOPIrTEL Loved to retreat; there, in the fainting hour Of sultry noon the burning sunbeam fell Like a warm twilight; so bereft of power, lt gained an entrance ~~~~~ the leafy bower; That scarcely shrank the tender lilly bell. Tranquil and lone in such a light to be, Ilow sweet to sense and soul -the form recline Forgets it e- felt pain; and reverie, Sweet mother of the muses, heart and soul are thine.* * ~very one talks and reads of gmves,but it is impossible for those who never felt it, to conceive the effect of soch a situation in warm climate. to this i stand the woods which are naturally so interwoven with vines as to be impervious to a human being, are in some places, cleared and converted into noroeries for the young coffeetrees which remain sheltered from the son and wind till sufficiently grown to transplant. To enter one of these semilteros," as they are here catted, at noon day, produces an effect like that anciently ascribed to the waters of Lethe. After sitting down upon the trunk of a fallen cedar or palm-tree, and breathing for a moment the freshness of the air and the odour of the passion flower, which is one of the most abundant, and certainly the most beautifol of the climate; the noise of the trees, which are continually kept in motion by the trade winds; the fluttering and various notes, though not musical, of the birds; the loftiness of the green canopy, for the trsnks of the trees are bare to a great height, and seem like pillars supportn the thick mass of leaves above; and the rich mellow light which the int of the son, thus impeded, produce; have alto~ether such an effect that one involuntarily forgets every thing hot the present, and it requires a strong effort to rise and leave the pl:sce. ZOPIlIEL. 27 x. This calm recess on summer day she sought And sat to tune her lute; but all night long Quiet had from her pillow flown, and thought Feverish and tired, sent for th' unseemly throng Of boding images. She scarce could woo One song reluctant, ere advancing quick Thro' the fresh leaves Sephora's form she knew And duteous rose to meet; but fainting sick ller heart sank tremulously in her; why Sought out at such an hour, it half divined And seated now beside, with downcast eye And fevered pulse, she met the pressure, kind And warmly given; while thus the matron fair Nor yet much marr'd by time, with soothing words Solicitous; and gently serious air The purpose why she hither came preferr'd: XL "Egla, my hopes thou know~st~~~~~ exprest But rare lest they should pain thee-I have dealt Not rudely towards thee tender; and supprest The wisli, of all, my heart has most vehement felt. ZOPHIEL. "Know I have marked, that when the reason why Thou still wouldst jive in virgin state, thy sire Has prest thee to impart, quick in thine eye Semblance of hope has played-fain to transpire "Words seem'd to seek thy lip; hut the bright rush Of heart-blood eloquent, alone would tell In the warm language of a rebel blush What thy less treacherous tongue had guarded well. XII. "Dost waste so oft alone-the cheerful day? Or l~aply, rather bath some pagan youth"S he with quick hurst-' whate'er has happ'd I'll say Doubt thou my wisdom, but regard my truth! XIII. `Long time ago, while yet a twelve years' child These shrubs and vines, new planted, near this spot, I sat me tired with pleasant toil, and whiled Away the time with many a wishful thought `Of desolate Judea. Every scene Which thou so oft, while sitting on thy knee, Wouldst sing 0 f~ weeping, thro' my mind had been Successive; when from yon old mossy tree ZOP1II~L. 29 ~I heard a pitious moan. Wondering I went And found a wretched man; worn and opprest He seemed with toil and years; and whispering faint He said "Oh little maiden, sore distrtst "I sink for very want. Give me I pray, A drop of water and a cake:I die Of thirst and bunger, yet my sorrowing way May tread once more, if thou my needs supply." xIy' `A long time missing from thy fondling armsIt chanced that day thou'dst sent me in the shade New bread, a cake of figs, and wine of palms* Mingled with water, sweet with honey made. `These did I bring-raised as I could, his head Held to his lip the cup; and while he quaffed, Upon my garment wiped the tears that sped Adown his silvery beard and mingled with the draft. *"The palm is a very common plant in this country, (Assyria,) and generally fruitful: this they cultivate like fig-trees and it produces them hread, wine and honey." See BrIne's ontes tn his translation of Herodntus. Mr. Gihhon adds, that the diligent natives celehrated either in verse er prose, three hnndred and sixty uses to which the trunk, the branches, the leaves, the juice and the fruit of this plant were applied. Nuthing can he more curious and interesting than the natural history of the palm tree. 3* 30 ZOPllIEL. xv. `When gaining sudden strength, he raised his~hand, And in this guise did bless me, "Mayst thou be A crown to him who wods thee.-In a land Far distant bides a captive. Hearken me " And choose thee now a bridegroom meet: to day O'er broad Euphrates' steepest banks a child Fled from his youthful nurse's arms; in play Elate, he bent him o'er the brink, and smiled "To see their fears who followed him-but who The keen wild anguish of that scene can tellHe bent him o'er the brink, and in their view, But ah! too far beyond their aid-he fell. xv'. "They wailed-the long torn ringlets of their hair* Freighted the pitying gale; deep rolled the stream And swallowed the fair child; no succour thereThey women-whither look-who to redeem *The women, I believe, among all nations of antiquity were accustomed to express violent grief by tearing their hair. This must have been a great and affecting sacrifice to the object bemoaned, as they considered it a part of themselves and absolutely essential to thoir beauty. ~~ine hair has been a subject of commendation among all people, and particularly the ancients. Cyrus, when he Went to ZOPHIEL. Si ttWhat the fierce waves were preying on?-when lo Approached a stranger boy. Aside he flung, As darted thought, his quiver and his bow And parted by his limbs the sparkling billows sung. XVII. "They clung to an old palm and watched; nor breath Nor word dared litter; while the refluent flood Left on each countenance the hue of death, Ope'd lip and far strained eye spoke worse than death endured. Visit his uncle Astyages found him with his eyelashes coloured, and decorated with false locks; the first Casar ohtained permission So wear the laurel-~vreath in order to conceal the hareness of his temples. The quantity and heauty of the hair of Ah salem is com memorated in holy writ. The mod ental ladies also set the greatest value on their hair which they hraid and perfome. Thus says the poet Hafie, whom Sir ~Villiam Jones styles the Anacreon of Persia, "Those locks, each corl of which is worth a hundred nsssk-hago of China, would he sweet indeed, if their scent proceeded from sweetness of temper." and again, When the hreeze shall waft the fragrsnce of thy locks over the tomh of Hafiz, a thousand flowers shall apring from the earth thst hides his corse." Achilles clipped Isis yellow locks and threw them as a sacrifice upon the foneral pyre of Patrocius. 32 ZOPHIEL. XVIII. "But, down the flood, the dauntless boy appeared,Now rising-plunging~in the eddy whirledMastering his course-but flow a rock he nearedAnd closing o'er his head, the dark, deep waters curled. "Then Hope groaned forth her last; and drear despair Spoke in a shriek; hut ere its echo wild Had ceased to thrill; restored to light and airHe climbs, he gains the rock, and holds alive the child. XIX. "Now mark what chanced-that infant was the son E'vn of the king of Nineveh: and placed Before him was the youth who so had won From death the royal heir. A captive graced " All o'er with Nature's gifts he sparkled-brave And panting for renown-blushing and praised The stripling stood; and closely prest, would crave Alone a place mid warlike men; and raised "To l)is full wish, the kingly presence left, Buoyant and bright with hope; dreaming of nought While revelled his full soul in visions deft, But blessings from his sire and pleasures of a court. ZOPHIEL. 33 XX. "But when his mother heard, she wept; and said If he our only child be far away Or slain in war; how shall our years be stayed? Friendless aud old, where is the band to lay "Our white 1~ airs in tl~e earth?-So when her fears He saw would not be calmed, l~e did not part, But lived in low estate, to dry l~er tears, And crushed the full.grown.hopes,exulting at his heart." XXI. `The old man ceased; ere I could speak, his face Grew more than mortal fair: a mellow light Mantling around him flll'd the shady place And while I wondering stood; he vanished from my sight. XXII. `This 1 had told,-hut shame withheld-and fear Thou'dst deem some spirit guiled me-disapprove I)erchance forbid my cu~tomed wanderings l~ere But whencesoe'er the vision, I have strove ` Still vainly to forget-I've heard the mourn Kindred afar, and captive-oh! my motherShould he-my heaven announced-e~isi, return And meet me drear-lost-wedded to another' 34 ZOPHIEL. Then th~s Sephora, " In the city where Our kindred distant dwelt-blood has been shedDreamer, had such heroic boy been there, Belike he's numbered with the silent dead. ~` Or doth be live he knows not-would not know (Thralled-dead, to thee-in fair Assyrian arms.) Who pines for him afar in fruitless woe A phantom's bride-wasting love, life and charms. XXIII. as a vine of Galilee should say, Culturer,! reck not thy support, 1 sigh For a young palm tree, of Euphrates; nayOr let me him entwine or in my blossom die. ` Thy heart is set on joys it may not prove, And, panting ingrate, scorns the blessings given?Hoping from dt~st formed man, a seraph's love And days on earth like to the days of heaven. XXIV. " But to my theme, maiden, a lord for thee1 And not of thee unworthy-I have choseDispel the dread, that in thy looks I seeNor make it task of anguish to disclose, ZOPHI~L. 35 "What should be-thine heart's dew. Remember'~t thou When to the Altar, by thy father reared, We suppliant went with sacrifice and vow, A victim-dove escaped? and there appeared "And would have brought thee others to supply Its loss, a Median?-thou, dissolved, to praise, Didst note the beauty of his shape and eye, And, as he parted, in the sunny rays " The ringlets of his black locks clustering bright Around his pillar-neck,"``tis pity he' Thou saidst,`in all the comeliness and might Of perfect man-pity like him, should be `But an idolater: how nobly sweet He tempereth pride with courtesy; a flower Drops honey when he speaks. Yet`twere most meet To praise his majesty: he stands-a ~~~~~~~ "The same, a false idolater no more, Now bows him to the God, for whose dread ire Fall'n on us loved but sinning, we deplore This long but just captivity. Thy sire ZOPIlTEL. " Receives him well and harkeiis his request For know, he comes to ask thee-for a bride And to he one amon6 a people, blest Tho' deep in suffering. Nor to him denied "Art thou, sad daughter-weep-if't be thy willE'vn on the breast that nounshed thee and ne'er Distrest thee or compelled this bosom still Ev'n should'st thou blight its dearest hopes, wlll share "Nay, bear thy pains; but sooner in the grave `Twill quench my waniug years, if reckless thou Of what I not command, but only crave, Let my heart pine reganlless of thy vow." xxv. She thus,`Oh think not, kindest, I forget, Receiving so much love, how much is due From me to thee: the ~~Thde I'll wed-but yet 1 cannot stay these tears that gush to pain thy view.' XXVI. Sephora held her to heart, the while Grief had its way-A~en saw her gently laid And bade tier, kissing her blue eyes, beguile Slumbenng the fervid noon. Her leafy bed ZOPIIT~L. 37 Sighed forth o'erpowering breath increased the heat; Sleepless had been the s~ight; her wa~ry sen~e Could now 110 more. Lone in the still r~treat, ~Vounding the flowers to sweetness more intense, She sank.`Tis thus, kind Nature Jets our woe Swell`til it bursts forth fror-: the o'erflaoght breast Then draws an opiate from the bitter flow, And lays her sorrowing child soft in the lap of rest. XXVII. Now all the mortal maid lies indolent Save one sweet cheek which the cool velvet turf `lad touched too rude, tho' all with bloonts besprent, One soft arm pillowed. ~Vhiter than the surf That foams against the sea-rock, looked her neck, By the dark, glossy odorous shrob relieved, That close inclining o'er her se~m~d to reck What`twas they canopied; and quickly heaved Beneath her robe's white folds and azure.zone, Her heart yet incoinposed; a fillet thyo' Peeped brightly azure, while with tender moan As if of bliss, Zephyr her ringlets blew 4 :38 ZOPIlIEL. Sportive;-about her neck their gold he twined, Kissed the soft violet on her temples warm, And eye brow-just so dark might well define Its fiexile arch -throne of expression's charm. XXVIII. As the vexed Caspian, tho' its rage be past And the blue smiling heavens swell o'er in peace, Shook to the centre, by the recent blast, Heaves on tumultuous still, and bath not power to cease. So still each little pulse was seen to throb Tho' passion and its pains were lulled to rest, Anti "even and anon" a pitious sob Shook the pure arc's expansive o'er her breast.* XXIX. Save that`twas all tranquillity; that reigned O'er fragrailce sound and beauty; all was muteSave where a dove her dear one's absence plained And the faint breeze mourned o'er the slumberer's lute. *This effect is very observable in little children, who for several hours after they have cried themselves to sleep, and sometimes even when a smile is on their lips. are heard, from time to time, to utter sobs. 7 77 ZOPIlIEL. Xxx. It chanced, that day, lured by the verdure, came Zophiel, now minister of ill; but ere He sinned, a heavenly angel. The faint flame Of dying embers, on an altar, where Raguel, fair Egla's sire, in secret vowed And sacrificed to the sole li~ing God, Where friendly shades the sacred rites enshroud;~-(2) The fiend beheld and knew; his soul was awed, And he bethought him of the forfeit joys Once his in Heaven -deep in a darkling grot He sat him down -the melancholy noise Of leaf an~ creeping vine accordant with his thought. Xxx'. When fiercer spirits, howled, he hut complained (2) Ere yet`twas his to roam the pleasant earth, His heaven-invented harp he still retained Tho' tuned to bliss no more; and had its birth Of him, beneath some black infernal clift The first drear song of woe; and torment wrung The spirit less severe where he might lift His plaining voice-and frame the like as now he sung: — 40 ZOPHI~L. XXXII. "Woe to thee, wild ambition, I employ Despair's dull notes thy dread effects to tell, Born in higb~heaven, her peace thou could'st destroy, And, but for thee, there had not been a hell. "Thro' the celestial domes thy clarion pealed,Angels, eijtn~nced, bciieath thy banners ranged, And traiglit svere fienIs;-hurled from the shrinking field, They waked in agony to wail the change. ` ~)arti~i thro' all her ~~eins the subtle fire The`vorl~'s fair mistress first inhaled thy breath, To lot of higher beiiis learned to aspire, Dared to attempt~aud doomed the world to death. "Thv thousand wild desires, that still torment The fierDeb siru~~in soul, where peac~ on~~e dwelt, But perisI~ed;-feverish hope-drear discontent, Impoisoning all possest-Ob! I have felt " As spirits feel~yet not for man we mourn Scarce o'er the silly bird in state were he, That builds his nest, loves, sings the morn's return, And sleeps at evening; save by aid of thee, ZOPIIIEL. 41 "Fame ne'er had roused, nor song her records kept The gem, the ore, the marble breathing life, The pencil's colours,-all in earth had slept, Now see them mark with death his victim's strife. "Man found thee death-hut death and dull decay Baffling, by aid of thee, his mastery proves By mighty works he swells his narrow day And reigns, for ages, on the world he loves. "Yet what the price? with stings that never cease Thou goad'st him on; and when, too keen the smart, He fain would pause awhile-and sighs for peace, Food thou wilt have, or tear his victim heart." XXXIII. Thus Zophiel still,-" tho' now the infernal crew Had gained by sin a privilege in the world, Allayed their torments in the cool night dew, And by the dim star.light again their wings unfurled." XXXIV. And now, regretful of the joys his birth Had promised; deserts, mounts and streams he crost, To find, amid the loveliest spots of earth, Faint likeness of the heaven he had lost. 4* 42 ZOPHIEL. And oft, by unsuccessful searching pained, Weary he faiisted thro' the toilsome hours; And then his mystic nattsre he sustained On steam of sacrifices-breath of flowers. (4) xxxv' Sometimes he gave out oracles, amused With mortal folly resting on the shrines Or, all in some fair ~ihyPs form itifused, Spoke from her qtlivering lips, or penned her mysti~ lines.* xxxvi. And now he wanders on from glade to glade To where more precious shrubs diffuse their balms, And glidits thro' the thick inwoven shade Where the young Hebrew lay in all her charms, He caught a glimpse. The colours in her faceHer bare white arms-her lips-her shining hairflurst on his view. He would have flown the place; Fearing some faithful angel rested there, * This passate merely accords with the belief that the responses of the ancient oracies were spoken by fiends, or evil spirits. We need only look into the "New Testament for a confirmation of the power which such beings were supposed to possess of speaking from the lips of mortals." ZOPHiEL. 43 Who'd see bim-reft of glory-lost to blissWandering and miserably panting-fain To ~lean a scanty joy-with thonghts.like thisCame all he'd known and lost-he writh'd with pain Ineffable-But what assailed his ear, A sigh?-surprised, another glance he took Then douhting-fearing~gradual coming nearHe ventured to her side and dared to look; Whispering, "yes,`tis of earth! So, new-tound life Refreshing, looked sweet Eve, with purpose fell When flr~t sin's sovereign gazed on her, and strife Had with his heart, that grieved with arts of hell, "Stern as it was, to win her o'~r to death!Most beautiful of all in earth~~ heaven, Oh! could I quaff for aye that fragrant breath Couldat thou, or being likening thee, be given "To bloom forever for me thus-still true To one dear theme, my full soul flowing o'er, Would find no room for thought of what it knewNor picturing forfeit transport, cur~e me more. (5) 44 ZOPHIEL. "But oh! severest pain -I cannot be In what I love, blest ev'n the little span(With all a spirit's keen capacity For bliss) permitted the~poor insect man. XXXVII. "The few I've seen and deemed of worth to win Like some sweet flowret mildewed, in my arms, Withered to hidiousness-foul ev'n as sinGrew fearful bags; and then with potent charm* "Of muttered word and harmful drug, did learn To force me to their will. Down the damp grave Loathing, 1 went at Endor, and uptorn Brought back the dead; when tortured Saul did crave, "To view his pending fate. rair~nay, as this Young slumberer, that dread witch; when, I arrayed In lovely shape, to meet my guileful kiss She yielded first her lip. And thou, sweet maidWhat is't I see?-a recent tear has strayed And left its stain upon her cheek of bliss. * One of the most striking absurdities in the lately-dispelled superstition of witchcraft, is the extreme hidiousness and misery usually ascribed to such 5 made use of the agency of evil spirits. I have therefore made it the resot of an unforeseen necessity no female can be supposed to purchase. voluntarily, the power of doing mischief to others at the price of beauty and every thing like happiness on her own part. ZOPHIEL. 45 XXX\ IlL V "She's fall'n to sleep in grief-haply been chid, Or by rude mortal wronged. So let it prove Meet for my ptsrpose:`mid these blossoms bid, I'll gaze and when she wakes with all that love "And art can lend, come forth. He who would gain A fond full heart, in love's soft surgery skilled Should seek it when`tis sore; allay its pain ~Vith balm by pity prest`tis all his own, so healed XXXIX. "She may be`nine a little year-ev'n fair And sweet as now-Oh! respite! while possest I lose the dismal sense of my despair IBut thej~-i will not think upon the rest. "And wherefore grieve to cloud her little day * Of fle~ting life?-~Vhat doom from power divine I bear eternal! thoughts of~ruth. away! ~V~ke pretty fly -and-while thou mayst,-be mine. "Tho' hut an hour-so thou suppli'st thy looms N\'ith shining silk,f and in the cri~el snare See'st the fond bird entrapped, but for his plumes To work thy robes, or twine amidst thy ~~~~~~~ * The ancient Hebrews had no idea of a future state. t I have not been able to diseever whether the ese of silk was known as 0 SONy a period. It is said to have been sold in Rome for its weight in gold, and was considered so luxurious an artiele that it sidered infamous for a man to appear drest in it. The Roman J~a~~sna says tisat it came from the country of the Seres, a people of Asiatic Scythia. 46 Z0P~IEL. XL. To wisper softly in her ear he bent, But draws him back restrained: A higher power That loved to watch o'er slumbering innocent, Repelled his evil touch; and, from her bower To lead the maid, Sephora comes; the sprite Half baffled, followed-hovenng on unseen Till Meles, fair to see and nobly dight, Received his pensive bride. Gentle of mien She meekly stood. He fastened round her arm Rings of refulgent ore; low and apart Murmuring, "so beauteous captive, shall thy charms Forever thrall and clasp thy captive's ~~~~~,~~ The air breathed softer, as she slowly moved In languid resignation: his quick eye Spoke in black glances how she was approved, Who shrunk reluctant from its ardency. XLT. `Twas sweet to look upon the goodly pair In their contrasted loveliness: her height Might almost vie with his; but heavenly fair, Of soft proportion she, and sunny hair He cast in manliest mould with ringlets murk as night. ZOPIlIEL. 47 XLII. All art could give with Nature's charms was blent, His gorgeous country shone in his attire, And as he moved with tread magnificent She could but look and looking must admire. XLIII. And oft her drooping and resigned blue eye She'd wistful raise to read his radiant face, But then-why shrank her heart? a secret sigh Told her it most required what there it could not trace. XLIV. Now fair had fall'n the night. The damsel mused At her own window, in the pearly ray Of the full moon; her thoughtful soul infused Thus in her words; left`lone awhile, to pray. XLV. "What bliss for her who lives her little day, In blest obedience; like to those divine Who to her loved, her earthly lord, can say `God is thy law,' most just`and thou art ~~~~~~ "To every blast she bends in beauty meekHow can she shrink-his arms her shelter kind?And feels no need to blanch her rosy cheek With thoughts befitting his superior mind. 48 ZOPHIEL. "Who only sorrows when she sees him pained, Then knows to pluck away pain's fiercest dart; Or, love arresting, ere its gaol is gained Steal half its venom ere it reach his heart. "`Tis the soul's food-the fervid must ad oreFor this the heathen, insufficed wijh thought Moulds him an idol of the glittering ore Or shrines his smiling goddess, marble-wrought. "What bliss for her-e'en on this world of woe Oh! sire who mak'st yon orb-strown arch thy throne,That sees thee, in thy noblest work below, Shine undefaced -and calls that work her 9wn "This I had hoped: but hope too dear, too greatGo to thy grave! I feel thee blasted, nowGive me, fate's sovereign, well to bear the fate Thy pleasure sends-this, my sole prayer, ~~~~~~~ XLVI. Still, fixed on heaven, her earnest eye, all dew, Seemed as it sought amid the lamps of night For hiin her soul addressed; but other view Far different-sudden from that pensive plight ZOPIlIEL. 49 Recalled her: quick as on primeval gloom Burst the new day.star, when the Eternal bid, Appeared, and glowing filled the dusky room, As`twere a brilliant cloud the form it hid Modest emerged, as might a youth beseem; Save a slight scarf, his beauty bare, and white As cygnet's bosom on some silver stream; Or young narcissus, when to woo the light Of its first morn, that fiowret open springs And near the maid he comes with timid gaze And gently fans her, with his full spread wings Traiisparent as the cooling gush that plays From ivory fount. Each bright pnsmatic tint Still vanishing, returning, blending, changing, Glowed, from their fibrous mystic texture glint, Like colours o'er the full-blown bubble ranging That pretty urchins launch upon the air And laugh to see it vanish; yet, so bright, ~1ore like-and even that were faint compare, As shaped from some new rain-bow; rosy light 5 50 ZOPIfIEL. Like that which pagans say the dewy car Precedes of their Aurora, clipp'd him round Retiring as he mov'd; and evening's star Shamed not the diamond coronal that bound His curly locks. And still to teach his face Expression dear to her he wooed he sought; And, in his hand, he held a little vase Of virgin gold in strange devices wrought. XLVII. Love toned he spoke, "Fair sister, * art thou here With pensive looks, so near thy bridal bed, Fixed on the pale coid n,oon? Nay! do not fear To do thee weal o'er mount and stream I've sped. XLVIII. "Say, doth thy soul in all its sweet excess Rush to this bridegroom, smooth and falsehood.taught. Ah, no! thou yield'st thee to a loathed caressWhile thy heart tells thee loud it owns him not. XLIX. "Hadst thou but seen, on Tigris' banks, this morn Wasting her wild complaints, a wretche~ maid, Stung with her wrongs~lone~beauty.reft~forlorn And learned`twas ev'n thy Meles who betrayed, * Sister, was an affectionate appellation, used by the Jews towards all women. ZOPHIEL. 51 "Well hadst thou then shrunk to return his love But wherefore now, on theme of sorrow bide? What would thy beauty? here I wait-nay, prove A spirit's power, nor be my boon denied! " I'll tell thee secrets of the neither earth And highest heaven-or dost some service crave? Declare thy bidding, best of mortal birth, I'll be thy winged messenger, thy slave." (~) L. Then softly Egla, "Lovely being tellIn pity to the grief thy lips betray The knowledge of-say with some kindly spell Dost come from heaven, to charm my pains away? "Alas! what know'st thou of my plighted lOrd~? If gflilt pollute him, as unless mine ear Deceive me in the purport of thy word, Thou mean'st t' imply —kind spirit rest not here "But to my father hasten and make known The fearful truth: my doom is his command Writ in heaven's book, I guard the oath I've sworn Unless he will to blot it by thine band." 52 ZOPRIEL. LI. "Thy plight to Meles little need avail." Zophiel replies: "ere morn, if't be thy will To Lybian deserts he shall howl his tale I'll hurl him, at thy word, o'er forest, sea and hill. LII. "By all the frauds, which forged in his black breast, Come forth so white and silvery from his tongue, My potency he soon shall prove; nor rest To banquet on the blood of hearts by him unstrung, "And reft of all their music. Every pain By him inflicted for his own vile joys Rend his vile self! fruition not again Shall crown such arts as now the slave employs! "But sooth thee, maiden, be thy soul at peace Mine be the care to hasten to thy sire And null thy vow: let every terror cease: Perfect success attends thy least ~~~~~~~`~ LIII. Then lowly bending with seraphic grace The vase he proffered full; and not a gem Drawn forth successive from its sparkling place But put ~shame the Persian diadem. ZOFRIEL. 53 LIV. While he "Nay, let me o'er thy white arms bind These orient pearls less smooth; Egla, for thee, My thrilling substance pained by storm and wind, I sought them mid the caverns of the sea. "And here's a ruby drinking solar rays I saw it rtdden on a mountain tip, Now on thy snowy bosom let it blaze: `Twill blu~h still deeper to behold thy lip. "Look, for thy hair a garland; every flower That spreads its blossoms, watered by the tear Of the sad slave in Babylonian bower, Might see its frail bright hues perpetuate here. "For morn's light bell, this changeful amythist A sapphire for the violet's tender blue; Large opals for the queen.rose zephyr-kist; And here are emeralds of ev'ry hue For ev'ry folded bud and leaflet dropped with dew. ~ LV. "And here's a diamond cull'd from Indian mine To gift a haughty queen: it might not beI knew a worthier brow, sister divine, And brought the gem; for well I deem for thee 5* 54 ZOPHIEL. "The`arch.chymic sun' in earth's dark bosom wrought To prison thus a ray; that when dull night Lours o'er his realms and nature's all seems nought She whom he grieves to leave may still behold his light."* Thus spake he on, for still the wondering maid Gazed, as a youthful artist,-rapturously, Each perfect, smooth, harmonious limb survey~d Insatiate still her beauty-loving eye. LVI. For Zophiel wore a mortal form; and blent In mortal form, when perfect, nature shows Ber all that's fair, enhanc'd; fire, firmament, Ocean, earth flowers and gems, all there disclose Their charms epitomized: the heavenly power To lavish beauty, its this last work crown'dAnd form'd of fibres such as dower Those who most feel, forgot all else around. * It was not unusoal among the nations of the toot, to imitat flowers with precious stones.`~he Persian kings about the time of Artaierxes, sat, when they gave andence under a vine, the leaves of which were formed of gold and the grapes of emeralds. ZOPHIEL. LVII. He saw, and softening every wily wore Spoke in more melting music to her soul And o'er her sense as when the fond night bird Woos the full rose o'erpowering fragrance stole. (6) Or when tbe lillies, sleepier perfume, move, Disturbed by too a sister.fa~vns, that play Among tbeir graceful stalks at morn, and love From their white cells to lip the dews away. LVIII. She strove to speak, but`twas in murmurs low, While o'er her cheek, his potent spell co~f~ing, Deeper diffused the warm carnation glow Still dewy wet with tears her inmost soul confessing. As the lithe reptile, in some lonely grove, With fixed bright eye of facinating flame Lures on by slow degrees the plaining dove, So nearer-nearer still-the bride and spirit came. LIX. ~~ Thou, strong, invisible, invidious sprite, Now, from my love my peerless mortal shieldWhat exultation for thy power to night! Look on thy beauteous charge!~why does she yield?" 56 ZOPHIEL. LX. Thus secret he, the pearly bracelet holding, Lending his lip to accents sweetlier bland The light that clipt him, half the maid enfolding Half given-tho' dubious half-her lilly hand. L~I. Success seemed his;-but secret, in the height And pride of transport; as he set at nought And taunts her guardian power; infernal light Shot from his eye, with guilt and treachery fraught. Haply jt was but Nature:-she bestows Intuitive ~~ption, and while art O'ertasks himself with guile, loves to disclose The dark soul in the eye, to warn th' o'ertru'sting heart. 1~XII. Zophiel, howe'er the warning came, was foiled What torments burned in his unearthly breast! The while her trembling hand-untouched, recoiled, That, wild, exulting glance, the wily fiend confest. LXIII. Faintly he spoke-"`Tis Meles' step I he~\ Guilty thou know'st him-wilt receive him still?"The rosy blood driven to her heart by fear She said, in accents faint, but firin, "I will." ZOPHI~L. 57 LXlV. The spirit beard; and all again wa~ dark; Save1 as before, the melancholy flame Of the full moon; and faint, unfrequent spark Which frons the perfume's burning embers came. That stood in vases round the room disposed~ Shuddering and trembling to her couch she crept,Soft oped the door and quick again was closed, And thro' the pale grey moon-light Meles stept. LXV. But ere he yet, in haste, could throw aside His broidered belt and sandals-dread to~a,ttt Eager he sprang-he sought to clasp his brideHe stopt-a groan was heard-he gasped and fell Lxvi. Low by the couch of her who widowed lay Her ivory hands convulsive clasped in prayer, But lackin~ power to move; and when`twas day, A cold black corse was all of Meles, there. ~N1) OF Tll~ FIlLST CA~T0. NOTES. (1)Wandered nialignant o'er the ermflg earth. This passage and, indeed the whole poem, is fi,unjed on a belief, prevalent in the earlier ages of christianity, that all nations, except the descendents of Abraham, were abandoned by the Almighty, and subjected to the power of d~mons or evil spirits. Fontenelle in his "Ilistoire des Oracles" makes the followin~ e~t from the works of the Pagan philosopher Porphyry. "Auguste deja vieux and songeant a se choisir Un successeur, alla consulter l'oracle de Delphes. L'oracle ne repondoit point, quiqu`Auguste n'e'pargnat pas des sacrifices. A Ia fin, cependant, il en tira cette reponse. L'enfant 1-Iebreu a' qui tous les Dieux obeissent, me chasse d'ici, and me ronvoie dans les Enfers. Sors de ce temple sans parler." (2)While friendly shades the sacred rites enshroud. The captive Jews, though they sometimes outwardly conformed to the religion of their oppressors, were accustomed to practice their own in secret. NOTLS. 59 (3) T~henfiereer spirits howled he but complained. ~o Milton. Others more mild retreated to a silent val ley singing, ~Vith notes angeli~al, to many a harp, Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall. (4) Weory he fainted thro' the toilsome hours, And the~ his mystic noture he sustained On stea~n of sacrefices, breath of flowers. Eusehe dans a "Preparation Evangelique" raporte quantite' de passages de Porphyre, on' ce philosophe Payen assure que les mauvais de'mons sont les auteurs des enchantemens, des philtres, at des malefices qua le mansonge est essential a' leur nature; qi~'ils ne font que tromper ~~os yeux par des spectras et par des fantomas qu'ils excitant en nous Ia plupart de nos passions qn'ils ont l'ambition de vouloir passer pour des diasix qua laurs cor~)s a~~riens se nourissent de f~migations de song ripandu et de la graisse des sacrft~ces qu'il n'y a qu'eux qui se malent de randre des oracles, et a' qui cette fonction pleina de tromperia nit tomha'e en partage. Fontenelle, flistoire des Oracles. Still true Ta one dear theme, my full soul flawing o'er FVouldfnd no room for thought fichet it knew (3) ~~r pieturingfosfeit transport curse me more. 60 NOTES. Si i,homme (says a mod~~rn wri~r) constant dans ses affections, pouvoit sans cesse iburnir a' on sentiment renoovele' sans cess~, sans doute la solitude and l'ainoi~r l'e'gaieroient a' Dien me me car ce sont la' les deux eternal plaisirs do grand Etre. A celebrated female, (Saint Theresa) used to describe Satan as an unhappy being, who never could know what it was to love." (6) ~nd ~~~~ her sense as when the fond night bird I~aes the full rose a'erpeweringfragrance stole. This allusion must be faniliar to every general reader of poetry. " The nightingale if he sees the rose becomes intoxicated he lets go from his hand the reins prudence." I~ble of the ~ardener and ~~4tingale. I~ady ~Iontague also translates a sQng, i C my inemory does not deceive lila, thus, "The nightingale now hovers amid tlie flowers, her passion is to seek roses." Again from the poet Hafis, "When the roses wither and the bower loses its sweetness, you have no longcr the tale of the nigh tingale." NOTES. 61 Indeed the rose, in Oneiital poetry, is seldom menboned without her paramour the nightingale, which gives reason to suppose that this bird, in those countries where it was first celebrated, had really some natural fondness for the rose or perhaps for some insect whi h took shelter in it. In Sir W. Jones' translation of the Persian fable, of "The Gardener and Nightingale" we meet with the following distich. "I know not what the rose sa~s under his lips, that he brings back the helpless JV~ightingales with their ntournful notes. One dQ~ the Gardener, according to his established custom went to view the roses he saw a plaintive nightingale rubbzng his head on the leaves of the roses and tearing asunder, with his sharp bill, that volume adorned w~th gold." And Gelaleddin Rfizbeha'r, " ~~hile the nightingale sings th~ praises with a loud voice, I am all ear like the stalk of the rosetree." Pliny, however, in his delightful description of this bird, says nothing, [ believe, abo~~t the rose. (~) Les Perses semblent Otre les premiers hommes connus de nous qui parlerent des anges comme d'huissiers celestes, et de porteurs d'ordres. Voltaire, ~ssai sur les maurs et l'esprit des nations. 6 In composing this ode, which was done four years ago, the writer had not the most remote idea, of eon'pli menting any one. T~ithout the slightest pretensions to ~~eonnoiseurship~~ she has only described the absolute effect of the pictures alluded to, on an`individual, and would only be considered in the light of an insect?var'ining itself in the sun, and grateful for his pervosi~'e?`fl fuence ODE. Thou who wert born of Psyche and of Love And fondly nurat on Poesy's warm breast Painting, oh, power adored! My country's sons have poured To thee their orison a; and thou hast blest Their votive sighs, nor vainly have they strove. Thou who art wont to soothe the varied pain That ceaseless throbs at absent lover's heart, Who first bestowed thine aid On the young Rhodian maid * When doomed, from him whose love was life, to part, From a lone bard accept an humble heartfelt strain, *I do not positively recollect wirether the incident, here described, is sopposed to have transpired at Rhodes, Corinth, or some other place, and have not, at present, thr means for a~certaining. Paint is called the Rhodian Art, hot I know not if on t of its baring been first invented there or for the eminence of the painters which Rhodes produced; which was so great that an illostr~oss enemy refrained from horning the city, which he had in his power, out of respect to the gt~iss of Protogenso one of its ms~t celebrated artists. 64 OD~ ON PAINTING. `Twas the last night the idtsl youth might stayL'en now, to bear him from the rosy isle,* The galley waits: he sleeps She silent wakes and weeps~Vatches his lips that in light dreaming smileTwines her soul round his charms and dreads the coming day. The dazzling drops her pitious eyes il~at blind Hushing her struggling sobs she wiped away: Her tapers paly light Fell on the marble white, 13eside the couch where half reclined ite lay And of his beauteous face the shadow well defined. I~oved deity, then first thou cain'st on earth Pity for truth in sorrow, called thee here! Sudden the fair, inspired, With a new thought was fired Her hand urged on by hope-yet, breathing not for fearShe traced the unreal shade-'twas hers-an art had birth. *Rhodes, in the Greek tongue, signitles rose or roses. After being eade the scene of the loves of Venus and Apollo, the isle (says ~en~sush'cr) became an enchanting garden, and soon took the name ~the.fiosrrt5t prodoced. ODE ON PAINTING. 65 By dearest, tenderest feelings still allured, Thou sought'st our wilds far blooming o'er the deep Pleased with tbe soft employ A fair haired cherub boy O'er a more helpless child his watch to keep Was placed; and from his sports the long restraint endured. Fair as the hues of heaven, the innocent Lay like a phantom born of some mild soul; A drop. for it had wept A moment ere it slept, O'er its light vermil cheek was seen to roll And its young guardian's heart drank beauty as lie leant. That nameless wish to nought but genius known.Indefinite —but in each fibre felt, Whispered. The boy elate Burned to perpetuate - The full pervasive bliss; enrapt he kneltThou saw'st-a pencil's by-and infant West's thine own. Soon the plumed savage, from his leafy home Emerging, saw and loved the gifted child, And soon, beneath their care, His hands the tints prepare, Tb.t stain their shapely limbs, in grandeur wild As thro' their arching woods, the desert warriors roam.* *Sir Benjamin West, when a child, was presented with the ~rinitive calours by an Indian. See Gait's Life of ~Vest 6* 66 OD~ ON PAINTING. Pleased be repaid their pains, nor those alone; Sped by his strength the painted arrow flew; And oft the soaring bird For shape, or hue preferred, To make a model for his art he knew While sovereign Nature saw-and smiled upon her throne. Bold Science, who earth's caverned depths explores, And soars triumphant`mid new worlds of light, Lays bare the heaving heart* Nor stiffers life to partLures the red lightning from its stormy heightOft, goddess kneels to thee to save his precious stores. The rough-brow ad warrior on the midnight deck While stealing softness thro' his pulses glides, By the moon's pensive rays Regards with lengthened gaze, The pictured form his scarry bosom hides By day; that tho' death grasp, hangs smiling at his neck. When fate has torn from the fond mother's arms The tender hope her bosom fed, to thee She flies;-and ere decay Can mar his beauteous prey Ner aching eyes, amid their grief, can see, Still dawning bright, to them, its early-blighted charms. * An operation was performed at Paris by M. Richerande in which the heart of a patient, who afterwards recovered, was Jaid hare. ODE ON PAINTING. 67 The generous youth who, fi~d by love of fame, A victim at her bloody altars f~ll; To the beloved ones reft, By aid of thee, has left His form, his lip, his ardent glance, to tell How fair was he on earth who left it for a name. The patriot-here a moment let my strain Tremble before thy Stuart-who but he Could bid mild ~Vashington His god4oved labours doneThus sit before us breathing majesty, And, in his deep blue eye, still life and soul retain? Methinks, the while I gaze, each graceful line So light imprinted on his forehead fair, Where Wisdom sits serene Of every sense the queen, Seems as an embryo empire still were there, Wbile still his ample breast swells with the vastde~ign. And fondly o'er the mellow tints I pause Of her, whose vivid touch shames not her sire; Bold Genius in his pride Has marked her as his bride, On his bright pin ions bids her soul aspire, Nor pay the tribute due by tardier Nature's laws.* *WhUe composing this ode the writer was shown a beautiful specimen from the hand of a young daughter of the celebrated ~tuart, who entirely devoted herself to the art. 6S ODE ON FA~NTING. But guard thee well young J-e: in his embrace How many seal with death their ecstasy! Too deep, intense, and wild, For one so late a child, I fear me lest the proffered transport be That every earthlier joy absorbent would efface. Soft is thy form-amid the unpent air, Pay rosy e~ercise her just demands: Tho' heaven thy lone hours woo Earth still demands her due; Gay health to guard e'en genius' palace standsAnd when she takes her flight-e'en genius, must des pair. Nor those alone doomed to incarnate birth Painting, death-baffler, is it thine to save! The heavenly shapes that flit, When the entrassced fit, Is on, and the charmed soul forgets its earth, Thou bidst to earthly eyes their sky-dipt vestments wave. The radiant visions Fancy~s wand uprears When Poesy around has spread her spell, Like summer flowrets dies Refresh the enchanted skies, Where, soft as air, and lovelier for her fears, Bright in her golden robes flies fair-haired Florimell. * * The flight of Flommell, from a scene in Spencer's Fae~ry ~oeen, is an exquisite little picture by Allston, in the possession of a private gentleman. ODE ON PAINTING. The miracles, in holy record kept, Done-ere one cheering ray of distant light Thro' death's dark portals shown, At thy command alone, Still, still-reacted meet-the astonished sight, Tho' rolling ages o'er the scene have swept. In this far distant land, which the great deep Perchance embosomed, when that dust was rife, The pale unconscious dead On the strown relics laid Of old Elisha, in his passing sleep, ~till, at the hallowed touch, starts back to warmth and life. * Sweet, when the soul is weary of the ills That stern reality presents, to dwell On beauteous forms: they smooth The ruffled sense, and sooth The heart with soft perfection till a spell Blends with its troublous pulse, and all its achings stills. And who can look nor own the pencil's power Where tender Ariadne, hajspy yet,~ Lies in a dr~am of bliss? The last half-pitying kiss, By falsehood given, l~er sleeping lip has metThat still seems hovering there like Zephyr o'er a flower. ~Erery one mast recollect the sublime picture here alluded to. t Ysnderlyo'o~Am'adue. 70 ODE ON PAINTING. The dawn breaks slowly o'er the distant main, To come no more her ingrate hero flies; ~Vhile thoughts confiding speak Upon her mantling cheekIllusion chains the sense-in lowest sighs ~Vhi~penng we fear to see her wake to pain. But whither wandering? whatsoe'er has gained Long conning book and heart the white-haired sage; Cause and remote effect In living semblance dect, The truths divine of many a moral page Thy band, 1~arrnonious Peale, bath at a glance explained. STANZAS. To meet a friendship such as mine Such feelings must thy beart refine As seldom mortal mind gives birth, `Tis love, without a stain of earth, Fratello del mio cor. Tho' friendship be its earthly name All pure, from highest hea~~en, it came ~~~~ never felt for more than one, And scorns to d~ell with ~~enus' son Fratello del ~~io cor. Him let it view not or it flies J~ike tender hues of morning~sk ies, Or morn' sweet flower, of pi~rple glow ~Yhcn sonny beams too ardent grow 1~'elello del n~io cor. Its food is looks, its nectar, sighs, Its conch tlie lip, its throne tl~e eyes, ~~lie soul its breath a~~d so po~s t, 1{Caven's raptoles reign in mort 1 brea~t T'~o1eilo d~1 r~$o cor ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. Thy home seemed not of earth-so blest But there has fall'n a shaft of fateThe dove is tricken and the nest She warmed and cheered is desolate. But fairest not for thee, we mourn Blest from thy birth, thou still art soThe tear must dew thine early urn For him whom thou hast taught to know The zest of joys-complete, as knows Thy vital flame, the pang that tost And changed thee past, where now it glows Knowing, yet feeling all is lost. There is a flower of tender white And, on its spotless bosom, play The moon's soft heams, one lovely night; But when appears the morning ray ~~~~ shut and withered-even now Around yo'~r lime i see it wave ~~~~ pure, and fresh, and fair, as thou And sinks in beauty to its grave. *The white convolvolus; it blossoms just after sun-set, anJ is seen in great abundance entwining the lime-hedges, about the plantations of Cuba.