14.. Then haste thee to thy sullen Isle, And gaze upon the sea; That element may meet thy smile, Or trace with thine all idle hand In loitering mood upon the sand 15. Thou Timour! in his captive's cage (5) What thoughts will there be thine, While brooding in thy prison'd rage? But one-" The world was mine:" Unless, like he of Babylon, All sense is with thy sceptre gone, That spirit pour'd so widely forth So long obey'd-so little worth! Or like the thief of fire from heaven, (6) Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, Foredoom'd by God-by man accurst, The Fiend's arch mock; very He in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal, had as proudly died! NOTES. Note 1, page 113, line 2. Certaminis gaudia, the expression of Attila in his harangue to his army, previous to the battle of Chalons, given in Cassiodorus. Note 5, page 118, line 10. Thou Timour! in his captive's cage. The cage of Bajazet, by order of Tamerlane. Prometheus. Note 6, page 119, line 1. Note 7, page 119, line 7. "The fiend's arch mock "To lip a wanton, and suppose her chaste.” Shakspeare. VHEN the last sunshine of expiring day n summer's twilight weeps itself away, Vho hath not felt the softness of the hour ink on the heart, as dew along the flower? Vith a pure feeling which absorbs and awes While Nature makes that melancholy pause, Ier breathing moment on the bridge where Time of light and darkness forms an arch sublime, Vho hath not shared that calm so still and deep, he voiceless thought which would not speak but weep, holy concord-and a bright regret, glorious sympathy with suns that set? 'Tis not harsh sorrow-but a tenderer woe, Even as the tenderness that hour instils eyes When all of Genius which can perish dies. A mighty Spirit is eclipsed—a Power Hath pass'd from day to darkness-to whose hour |