His heart with words,-but what his judgment bade Would do, and leave the scorner unrelieved. To send to you, but that I know, Happy yourself, you feel another's woe. THE AZIOLA. "Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh," Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere the stars were lit, or candles brought; And I, who thought This Aziola was some tedious woman, Asked, "Who is Aziola?" How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, No mockery of myself to fear and hate! And laughed and said, " Disquiet yourself not, Sad Aziola! many an eventide Thy music I had heard By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side, Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird, Unlike and far sweeter than they all: SONNET. POLITICAL GREATNESS. NOR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, A IAMENT. O WORLD, O life, O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime No more-oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more-oh, never more! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee Has led me-who knows how? The wandering airs they faint Like sweet thoughts in a dream; O beloved as thou art! O lift me from the grass! A BRIDAL SONG. THE golden gates of sleep unbar Where strength and beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down; Let eyes not see their own delight; Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! O joy! O fear! what will be done Come along! ΤΟ WHEN passion's trance is overpast. It were enough to feel, to see And dream the rest-and burn and be After the slumber of the year |