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POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818.
SONNET, TO THE NILE.
Month after month the gathered rains descend
blend On Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend. Girt there with blasts and meteors Tempest
dwells By Nile's aërial urn, with rapid spells Urging those waters to their mighty end. O’er Egypt's land of Memory floods are level; And they are thine, O Nile—and well thou
knowest That soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil And fruits and poisons spring where'er thou
flowest. Beware, O Man-for knowledge must to thee Like the great flood to Egypt ever be.
PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES.
LISTEN, listen, Mary mine,
Is a mighty mountain dim and grey,
Wilt thou forget the happy hours
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.
Forget the dead, the past ? O yet
That joy, once lost, is pain.
LIFT not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured
there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,-behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin destinies ; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and
drear. I knew one who had lifted it—he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas ! nor was there aught The world contains, the which he could approve. Through the unheeding many he did move, A splendour among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.
INVOCATION TO MISERY.
If love lives when pleasure dies,
There our tent shall be the willow,
VII. Ha! thy frozen pulses flutter With a love thou darest pot utter. Thou art murmuring—thou art weepingIs thine icy bosom leaping While my burning heart lies sleeping ?
Clasp me till our hearts be grown
Let us laugh, and make our mirth,
All the wide world, beside us,
WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,