LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK RIVER*. GIA ERA IN LOCO OVE S'UDIA 'L RIMBOMBO DELL' ACQUA... Dante. FROM rise of morn till set of sun * There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately about these Falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene, than the cultivated lands in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Mr. Weld's book. According to him, the perpendicular height of the Cohos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy-six. Like tall and gloomy forms that pass And as I view'd the hurrying pace With which he ran his turbid race, Rushing, alike untir'd and wild Through shades that frown'd and flowers that smil'd, Flying by every green recess That woo'd him to its calm caress, Yet, sometimes turning with the wind, Oh! I have thought, and thinking sigh'd- Who roams along thy water's brim! The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving, as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful cataracts exhibit, While still pursuing, still unblest, CLORIS AND FANNY. CLORIS! if I were Persia's king, I'd make my graceful queen of thee; While FANNY, wild and artless thing, Should but thy humble handmaid be. There is but one objection in it- I should, in some unlucky minute, Forsake the mistress for the maid! MISS TO WITH Woman's form and woman's tricks So much of man you seem to mix, I One knows not where to take you: pray you, if 'tis not too far, Go, ask of Nature which you are, Yet stay-you need not take the painsWith neither beauty, youth, nor brains For man or maid's desiring; Pert as female, fool as male, As boy too green, as girl too stale- |