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Oh! many a temple, once sublime
Beneath a blue, Italian sky,
Save thy wild tapestry!
To wave where banners waved of yore,
Cresting the rocky shore.
Those eyries of a vanish'd race,
Hath pass'd, and left no trace;
Unchanged, the mountain storm can brave, Thou that wilt climb the loftiest height,
And deck the humblest grave.
The breathing forms of Parian stone,
That rise round grandeur's marble halls, The vivid hues by painting thrown,
Rich o'er the glowing walls,The Acanthus on Corinthian fanes,
In sculptured beauty waving fair ;These, perish all—and what remains ?
Thou—thou alone art there!
'Tis still the same—where'er we tread,
The wrecks of human power we see;
Left to Decay and thee!
August in beauty, grace, and strength,
And all is thine at length.
BY THE REV. J. WOLFE.
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
That thou couldst mortal be:
The time would e'er be o'er,
And thou shouldst smile no more!
And think 'twill smile again;
That I must look in vain !
What thou ne'er left'st unsaid,
Sweet Mary! thou art dead!
All cold, and all serene,
And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still mine own,
And I am now alone!
Thou hast forgotten me;
In thinking too of thee:
Of light ne'er seen before,
And never can restore !
BY N. P. WILLIS, ESQ.
My birthday! As the day comes round,
I'm twenty-two ;—I'm twenty-two,—they gaily give
me joy, As if I should be glad to hear that I was less a boy; They do not know how carelessly their words have
given pain Toone, whose heart would leap to be a happy boy again! A change has o'er my spirit pass'd, my mirthful hours
are few, The light is all departed now my early feelings knew; I used to love the morning gray, the twilight's quiet
deep, But now, like shadows on the sea, upon my thoughts
they creep. And love was as a holy star when this brief year was
young, And my whole worship of the sky on one sweet ray
was flung; But worldly things have come between, and shut it
from my sight, And though that star shines purely yet, I mourn its
hidden light! And fame!-I bent to it my knee, and bow'd to it my
brow, And it is like a coal upon my living spirit now;
150 But when I pray'd for fire from Heaven to touch the
soul, I bow'd, Nittle thought the lightning flash would come in such
Ye give me joy! Is it because another year has fled ? That I am farther from my youth, and nearer to the
dead ?Is it that manhood's cares are come,-my happy boy
hood o'er,Because the visions I have loved, will visit me no more!
weary track :
Oh wherefore give me joy, when I can smile no wel
come back? I've found no flower, and seen no light, on manhood's My love is deep-ambition deep—and heart and mind But love is fainting by the way, and fame consumes
ere won ! Philadelphia, May 2, 1829.
FOR THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY.
APOLLO has peep'd through the shutter,
And waken'd the witty and fair; The boarding school belle's in a flutter,
The twopenny post's in despair ;
A magic on blossom, on spray;
In chorus on Valentine's day.
Away with ye, dreams of disaster,
Away with ye, visions of law, Of cases I never shall master,
Of pleadings I never shall draw: Away with ye, parchments and papers,
Red tapes, unread volumes, away; It gives a fond lover the vapours
To see you on Valentine's day.
I'll sit in my nightcap, like Hayley,
I'll sit with my arms cross’d, like Spain, Till joys, which are vanishing daily,
Come back in their lustre again : Oh shall I look over the waters,
Or shall I look over the way, For the brightest and best of earth's daughters,
To rhyme to on Valentine's day?
Shall I crown with my worship, for fame's sake,
Some goddess whom fashion has starr’d; Make puns on Miss Love and her namesake,
Or pray for a pas with Brocard? Shall I flirt, in romantic idea,
With Chester's adorable clay, Or whisper in transport
-“Si mea Cum Vestris—” on Valentine's day?
Shall I kneel to a Sylvia or Celia,
Whom no one e'er saw or may see,
An ad libit. Anna Marie ?
Go mad for a G. or a J.,
And print it on Valentine's day ?