Yet gently as the dews of night that gem, FROM KEHAMA. O FORCE of faith! O strength of virtuous will! The curse still burning in his heart and brain, Patient the while, and tranquil, and content! A second nature, to exist in pain As in its own allotted element. Such strength the will reveal'd had given Yea, all around was hallow'd! Danger, fear, A charm was on the leopard when he came FROM KEHAMA. THEY sin who tell us Love can die: All others are but vanity. Its holy flame forever burneth; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest; It here is tried and purified, And hath in Heaven its perfect rest. Oh! when a mother meets on high (Canto X.) Thou hast been called, O Sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so. FROM THALABA. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; (Canto XV.) No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths. Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. FROM MADOC. THOUGH in blue ocean seen Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. THE SOURCE OF THE GANGES. NONE hath seen its secret fountain; But on the top of Meru mountain, In light and clouds, it hath its mortal birth. Its cradle, and its altar, and its throne; |