But lo, at last he comes with crowded sail! Lo, o'er the cliff what eager figures bend! 'Tis she, 'tis she herself! she waves her hand! Soon is the anchor cast, the canvas furled; Soon thro' the whitening surge he springs to land, And clasps the maid he singled from the world. TO AN OLD OAK. Immota manet; multosque nepotes, Multa virum volvens durando sæcula, vincit. ROUND thee, alas, no shadows move! Once did the eagle scream above, And the wolf howl beneath. VIRG. There once the steel-clad knight reclined, And, as the death-bell smote the wind, From towers long fled by human kind, His brow the hero crossed! Then Culture came, and days serene; And maids and shepherd-youths were seen To celebrate the May. Father of many a forest deep, Whence many a navy thunder-fraught! Erst in thy acorn-cells asleep, Soon destined o'er the world to sweep, Wont in the night of woods to dwell, And, planting there the guardian-spell, Sung forth, the dreadful pomp to swell Of human sacrifice! Thy singed top and branches bare Now straggle in the evening-sky; And the wan moon wheels round to glare On the long corse that shivers there Of him who came to die! то TWO SISTERS.* WELL Oh she was great in mind, tho' young in years! Changed is that lovely countenance, which shed Light when she spoke; and kindled sweet surprise, As o'er her frame each warm emotion spread, Played round her lips, and sparkled in her eyes. Those lips so pure, that moved but to persuade, * On the death of a younger sister. Yet has she fled the life of bliss below, And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves! |