Can vie with the modest Eulalie's Most unregarded curl Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's Most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt-now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines bright and strong, Astarté within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie Upturns her matron eye— While ever to her young Eulalie Upturns her violet eye. ELDORADO. GAILY bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old This knight so bold And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. ISRAFEL.* IN Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute;" None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell) Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute. Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamoured moon Blushes with love, * And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures.-KORAN. While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in Heaven. And they say (the starry choir Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings— The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty Where Love's a grown up God Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. |