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Her blue-vein'd feet unsandal'd were, Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand
Aad wildly glitter'd here and there And comforted fair Geraldine:
The gems entangled in her hair. “O well, bright dame! may you com-
I guess, 'twas frightful there to see

mand A lady so richly clad as she

The service of Sir Leoline;
Beautiful exceedingly!

And gladly our stout chivalry
Will he send forth and friends withal

To guide and guard you safe and free Mary mother, save me now!”

Home to your noble father's hall.” (Said Christabel,) “And who art thou?"

She rose: and forth with steps they

passid The lady strange made answer meet, That strove to be, and were not, fast. And her voice was faint and sweet: – Her gracious stars the lady blest, “Have pity on my sore distress,

And thus spake on sweet Christabel : I scarce can speak for weariness: “ All our household are at rest, Stretch forth thy hand, and have no The hall as silent as the cell; fear!”

Sir Leoline is weak in health, Said Christabel, “How camest thou And may not well awaken'd be, here?”

But we will move as if in stealth, And the lady, whose voice was faint And I beseech your courtesy, and sweet,

This night, to share your couch with Did thus pursue her answer meet: –

me." My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine:

They cross'd the moat, and Christabel Five warriors seized me yestermorn, Took the key that fitted well; Me, even me, a maid forlorn:

A little door she open'd straight, They choked my cries with force and All in the middle of the gate; fright,

The gate that was irond within and And tied me on a palfrey white.

without, The palfrey was as fleet as wind, Where an army in battle array had And they rode furiously behind.

march'd out. They spurred amain, their steeds were The lady sank, belike through pain, white :

And Christabel with might and main And once we cross'd the shade of night. Lifted her up, a weary weight, As sure as Heaven shall rescue me, Over the threshold of the gate : I have no thought what men they be; Then the lady rose again, Nor do I know how long it is

And moved, as she were not in pain. (For I have lain entranced I wis) Since one, the tallest of the five,

So free from danger, free from fear, Took me from the palfrey's back, They cross'd the court: right glad they A weary woman, scarce alive. Some mutter'd words his comrades And Christabel devoutly cried spoke:

To the lady by her side: He placed me underneath this oak; “Praise we the Virgin all divine He swore they would return with haste; Who hath rescued thee from thy dis Whither they went I cannot tell -

tress!" I thought I heard, some minutes past, “Alas, alas !” said Geraldine, Sounds as of a castle bell.

I cannot speak for weariness.” Stretch forth thy hand” (thus ended So free from danger, free from fear, she),

They crossed the court: right glad "And help a wretched maid to flee.”

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Outside her kennel the mastiff old While Geraldine, in wretched plight,
Lay fast asleep, in moonshine cold. Sank down upon the floor below.
The mastiff old did not awake,
Yet she an angry moan (lid make! O weary lady, Geraldine,
And what can ail the mastiff bitch? I pray you, drink this cordial wine!
Vever till now she utter'd yell

It is a wine of virtuous powers;
Beneath the eye of Christabel.

My mother made it of wild flowers." Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch: For what can ail the mastiff bitch? “And will your mother pity me,

Who am a maiden most forlorn?They pass'd the hall, that echoes still, Christabel answered ---- “ Woe is me! Pass as lightly as you will !

She died the hour that I was born. The brands were flat, the brands were I have heard the gray-hair'd friar tell, dying,

How on her death-bed she did say, Amid their own white ashes lying;

That she should hear the castle-bell But when the lady pass'd, there came Strike twelve upon my wedding-day. I tongue of light, a fit of flame;

O mother dear! that thou wert here ! " And Christabel saw the lady's eye,

" I would," said Geraldine, " she were!" And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leo- But soon with altered voice, said she line tall,

“Off, wandering mother! Peak and Which hung in a murky old niche in pine! the wall.

I have power to bid thee fee.” "O softly tread,” said Christabel, Alas! what ails poor Geraldine? “My father seldom sleepeth well.” Why stares she with unsettled eye?

Can she the bodiless dead espy? Sweet Christabel her feet doth bare, And why with hollow voice cries she, And, jealous of the listening air,

Off, woman, off! this hour is mine They steal their way from stair to stair, Though thou her guardian spirit be, Now in glimmer, and now in gloom, Off, woman, off! 'tis given to me." And now they pass the Baron's room, And still as death, with stifled breath! Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side. And now have reach'd her chamber And raised to heaven her eyes so blue door;

“ Alas!” said she, “this ghastly ride – And now doth Geraldine press down Dear lady! it hath wilder'd you!” The rushes of the chamber floor. The lady wiped her moist cold brow,

And faintly said, “ 'Tis over now!” The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. Again the wild-flower wine she drank: But they without its light can see Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright, The chamber carved so curiously,

And from the floor whereon she sank,
Carved with figures strange and sweet, The lofty lady stood upright:
All made out of the carver's brain, She was most beautiful to see,
For a lady's chamber meet :

Like a lady of a far countrée.
The lamp with twofold silver chain
Is fastened to an angel's feet.

And thus the lofty lady spake:

“All they who live in the upper sky, The silver lamp burns dead and dim; Do love you, holy Christabel ! But Christabel the lamp will trim. And you love them, and for their sake She trimm'd the lamp, and made it And for the good which me befell, bright,

Even I in my degree will try, And left it swinging to and fro, Fair maiden, to requite you well.


But now unrobe yourself; for I
Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.”
Quoth Christabel, “So let it be! ”
And as the lady bade, did she.
Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her loveliness.

And found'st a bright lady, surpassingle

fair; And didst bring her home with thee in

love and in charity, To shield her and shelter her from the

damp air.

But through her brain of weal and woe

So many thoughts moved to and fro,
That vain it were her lids to close;

[Christabel, Part II.]
So half-way from the bed she rose,
And on her elbow did recline

ALAS! they had been friends in youth: To look at the lady Geraldine.

But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;

And life is thorn; and youth is vain;
Beneath the lamp the lady bow'd, And to be wroth with one we love,
And slowly roll'd her eyes around; Doth work like madness in the brain.
Then drawing in her breath aloud And thus it chanced, as I divine,
Like one that shudder'd, she unbound With Roland and Sir Leoline.
The cincture from beneath her breast : Each spake words of high disdain
Her silken robe, and inner vest,

And insult to his heart's best brother: Dropt to her feet, and full in view, They parted ---- ne'er to meet again! Behold! her bosom and half her side

But never either found another A sight to dream of, not to tell !

To free the hollow heart from paining () shield her! shield sweet Christabel !

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,

Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs;

A dreary sea now flows between;Ah! what a stricken look was hers!

But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Deep from within she seems half-way

Shall wholly do away, I ween, To lift some weight with sick assay,

The marks of that which once hath been And eyes the maid and seeks delay; Then suddenly, as one defied, Collects herself in scorn and pride,

YOUTH AND AGE. And lay down by the maiden's side!. And in her arms the maid she took, VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying Ah well-a-day!

Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee And with low voice and doleful look Both were mine! Life went a-maying These words did say:

With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, “In the touch of this bosom there

When I was young! worketh a spell,

When I was young?- Ah, woeful when! Which is lord of thy utterance, Chris- Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and tabel!

Then! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know This breathing house not built with to-morrow,

hands, This mark of my shame, this seal of my This body that does me grievous wrong,

('er airy cliffs and glittering sands, But vainly thou warrest,

How lightly then it flashed along:
For this is alone in

Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore
Thy power to declare,

On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That in the dim forest

That ask no aid of sail or oar,
Thou heard'st a low moaning, That fear no spite of wind or tide!


in prayer

Nought cared this body for wind or Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, weather,

black, When Youth and I lived in't together. An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it

As with a wedge! But when I look Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;

again, Friendship is a sheltering tree;

It is thine own calm home, thy crystal O! the joys that came down shower-like

shrine, Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, Thy habitation from eternity! Ere I was old!

o dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon Ere I was old? Ah woeful ere,

thee, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here ! Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, O Youth! for years so many and sweet, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced 'Tis known that thou and I were one; I'll think it but a fond conceit

I worshipped the Invisible alone. It cannot be that thou art gone!

Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, Thy vesper-bell hath not yet tolled : So sweet, we know not we are listening And thou wert aye a masker bold !

to it, What strange disguise hast now put on, Thou, the meanwhile, wert blending To make believe that thou art gone?

with my thought, I see these locks in silvery slips,

Yea, with my life and life's own secret This drooping gait, this altered size:

joy, But spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Into mighty vision passing - there, Life is but thought : so think I will As in her natural form, swelled vast to That Youth and I are house-mates still.


Awake my soul! not only passive Dew-drops are the gems of morning,

praise But the tears of mournful eve!

Thou owest! not alone these swelling Where no hope is, life's a warning

tears, That only serves to make us grieve, Mute thanks, and secret ecstasy! Awake, When we are old :

Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, That only serves to make us grieve

awake! With oft and tedious taking leave, Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Like some poor nigh-related guest,

Hymn. That may not rudely be dismissed,

Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Yet hath outstayed his welcome while,

Vale! And tells the jest without the smile.

Oh, struggling with the darkness all the


And visited all night by troops of stars, HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE, IN

Or when they climb the sky, or when they


Companion of the morning star at dawn Hast thou a charm to stay the morning Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the star

dawn In his steep course? So long he seems Co-herald: wake, oh wake, and utter to pause

praise ! On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base

earth? Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Who filled thy countenance with rosy Form!

light? Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, Who made thee parent of perpetual How silently! Around thee and above


And you, ye five wild torrents, fiercely Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the glad!

clouds! Who called you forth from night and Ye signs and wonders of the element ! utter death,

Utter forth God, and fill the hills vith From dark and icy caverns called you praise ! forth,

Thou, too, hoar Mount! with thy sky. Down those precipitous, black, jagged pointing peaks, rocks,

Oft from whose feet the avalanche, un. For ever shattered and the same for

heard, ever?

Shoots downward, glittering through Who gave you your invulnerable life,

the pure serene, Your strength, your speed, your fury, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy and your joy,

breastUnceasing thunder and eternal foam? Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! And who commanded (and the silence

thou came),

That as I raise my head, awhile bowed Here let the billows stiffen and have

low rest?

In adoration, upward from thy base Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the moun- Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused tain's brow

with tears, Adown enormous ravines slope amain Solemnly seemest like a vapory cloud Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty To rise before me. - Rise, oh, ever rise, voice,

Rise like a cloud of incense from the And stopped at once amid their mad

Earth! dest plunge!

Thou kingly Spirit throned among the Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

hills, Who made you glorious as the gates of Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven

Heaven, Beneath the keen full moon? Who Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, bade the sun

And tell the stars, and tell yon rising Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with

sun, living flowers

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at


your feet?


God! let the torrents, like a shout of

Answer! and let the ice-plains echo,

God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with

gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-

like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of

And in their perilous fall shall thunder,

Ye living flowers that skirt the eter-

nal frost!
Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's

nest! Ye eagles, playmates of the niountain


Tell me, on what holy ground
May Domestic Peace be found?
Halcyon Daughter of the skies,
Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of sceptred state,
From the rebel's noisy hate.
In a cottaged vale she dwells,
Listening to the Sabbath bells!
Still around her steps are seen
Spotless Honor's meeker mien,
Love, the sire of pleasing fears,
Sorrow smiling through her tears,
And, conscious of the past employ,
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

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