SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. SONG OF THE PIXIES. WHEN Evening's dusky car Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight; We tremble to the breeze Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight. The glance, that from the half-confessing eye Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank: Or, silent-sandaled, pay our defter court, Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale, Where, wearied with his flower-caressing sport, Supine he slumbers on a violet bank; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely Otter's sleep-persuading stream; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along; Or where, his silver waters smoothed to rest, The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast. THE sun looks glorious 'mid a sky serene, As tranced in some bright vision, Psyche cries, And scarce believes the bliss, or trusts her charmèd eyes. MARY TIGHE. When lo a voice distinctly sweet she hears, For thee his love a bridal banquet crowned; Increasing wonder filled her ravished soul, Through halls high-domed, enriched with sculptured pride, And furnished with such exquisite delight, That scarce the beams of heaven emit such lustre bright. The amethyst was there of violet hue, Or the mild eyes where amorous glances play; And the gem that bears his luckless name Whose death, by Phoebus mourned, insured him deathless fame. There the green emerald, there cornelians glow, And rich carbuncles pour eternal light, With all that India or Peru can show, Or Labrador can give so flaming bright THE PALACE OF LOVE. To the charmed mariner's half-dazzled sight; Now through the hall melodious music stole, To taste celestial food, and pure ambrosial streams. But when meek eve hung out her dewy star, And gently veiled with gradual hand the sky, Lo! the bright folding doors retiring far, Display to Psyche's captivated eye All that voluptuous ease could ere supply To soothe the spirits in serene repose: Beneath the velvet's purple canopy, Divinely formed, a downy couch arose, While alabaster lamps a milky light disclose. ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774-1843. CORNELIUS AGRIPPA'S BLOODY BOOK. CORNELIUS AGRIPPA went out one day, "And if any one ask my study to see, I charge you trust them not with the key; There lived a young man in the house, who in vain Access to that study had strove to obtain, And he begged and prayed the books to see, Till the foolish woman gave him the key. On the study table a book there lay, Which Agrippa himself had been reading that day; And these horrible leaves of magic between |