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Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light, And every pause between, as Miriam sang,
Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night, From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang,
Still in their van, along that dreadful road, And loud and far their stormy chorus spread, -
Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of "Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed !"

God.
Its meteor glare a tenfold lustre gave
On the long mirror of the rosy wave:

LINES
While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply, SPOKEN IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, ON LORD GREN-
Warm every cheek and dance in every eye-

VILLE'S INSTALLATION AS CHANCELLOR, To them alone- for Misraim's wizard train Ye viewless guardians of these sacred shades,(4) Invoke for light their monster-gods in vain : Dear dreams of early song, Aonian maids ! Clouds heaped on clouds their struggling sight con- And you, illustrious dead! whose spirits speak fine,

In every flush that tints the student's cheek, And tenfold darkness broods above their line. As, wearied with the world, he seeks again Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, The page of better times and greater men; And range unconscious through the ocean's bed. If with pure worship we your steps pursue, Till midway now—that strange and fiery form And youth, and health, and rest forget for you, Showed his dread visage lightening through the (Whom most we serve, to whom our lamp burns storm;

bright With withering splendour blasted all their might, Through the long toils of not ingrateful night,) And brake their chariot-wheels, and marred their Yet, yet be present !--Let the worldły train coursers' flight.

Mock our cheap joys, and hate our useless strain, "Fly, Misraim, fly!"-The ravenous floods they Intent on freighted wealth, or proud to rear see,

The fleece Iberian or the pampered steer ;And, fiercer than the floods, the Deity. Let sterner science with unwearied eye "Fly, Misraim, Aly!"-From Edom's coral strand Explore the circling spheres and map the sky; Again the prophet stretched his dreadful wand :- His long-drawn mole let lordly commerce scan, With one wild crash the thundering waters sweep, And of his iron arch the rainbow span: And all is waves a dark and lonely deep Yet, while, in burning characters imprest, Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past, The poet's lesson stamps the youthful breast As mortal wailing Swelled the nightly blast : Bids the rapt boy o'er suffering virtue bleed, And strange and sad the whispering breezes bore Adore a brave or bless a gentle deed, The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore. And in warm feeling from the storied page

Oh! welcome came the morn, where Israel stood Arise the saint, the hero, or the sage; In trustless wonder by th’avenging flood ! Such be our toil !-Nor doubt we to explore Oh! welcome came the cheerful morn, to show The thorny maze of dialectic lore. The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below; To climb the chariot of the gods, or scan The mangled limbs of men—the broken car The secret workings of the soul of man; A few sad relics of a nation's war:

Upborne aloft on Plato's eagle flight, Alas, how few!- Then, soft as Elim's well,(3) Or the slow pinion of the Stagyrite. The precious tears of new-born freedom fell. And those gray spoils of Herculanean pride, And he, whose hardened heart alike had borne If aught of yet untasted sweets they hide ;The house of bondage and th' oppressor's scorn, If Padua's sage be there, or art have power The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued, To wake Menander from his secret bower. In faltering accents sobbed his gratitude Such be our toil !-Nor vain the labour proves, Till kindling into warmer zeal, around

Which Oxford honours, and which Grenville The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound:

loves ! And in fierce joy, no more by doubt supprest, -On, eloquent and firm!-whose warning high The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast. Rebuked the rising surge of anarchy, She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky, When, like those brethren stars to seamen known, The dark transparence of her lucid eye, In kindred splendour Pitt and Grenville shone; Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet har- On in thy glorious course! not yet the wave mony.

Has ceased to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to "Where now,” she sang, “ the tall Egyptian spear?

Go on! and oh, while adverse factions raise "On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where? To thy pure worth involuntary praise ; "Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. While Gambia's swarthy tribes thy mercies bless, "Shout, lerael, for the Lord has triumphed i” – And from thy counsels date their happiness;

rave.

and power,

NORTH WALES.

Say, (for thine Isis yet recalls with pride

AN EVENING WALK IN BENGAL. Thy youthful triumphs by her leafy side,) Say, hast thou scorned, mid pomp, and wealth,

Our task is done! on Gunga's breast(6)

The sun is sinking down to rest; The sober transports of a studious hour?—

And moored beneath the tamarind bough, No, statesman, no !—thy patriot fire was fed

Our bark has found its harbour now. From the warm embers of the mighty dead;

With furled sail and painted side, And thy strong spirit's patient grasp combined

Behold the tiny frigate ride. The souls of ages in a single mind.

Upon her deck, 'mid charcoal gleams, -By arts like these, amidst a world of foes,

The Moslems' savoury supper steams, Eye of the earth, th’ Athenian glory rose ;

While all apart, beneath the wood, Thus, last and best of Romans, Brutus shone;

The Hindoo cooks his simpler food. Our Somers thus, and thus our Clarendon ;

Come walk with me the jungle through;
Such Cobham was; such, Grenville, long be thou, If yonder hunter told us true,
Our boast before—our chief and champion now! Far off

, in desert dank and rude,
The tiger holds his solitude;
Nor (taught by secret charm to shun

The thunders of the English gun,)
EPITAPH ON A YOUNG NAVAL OFFI-

A dreadful guest but rarely seen,
CER,

Returns to scare the village green.
DESIGNED FOR A TOMB IN A SEAPORT TOWN IN Come boldly on! no venomed snake

Can shelter in so cool a brake:

Child of the sun! he loves to lie
Sailor! if vigour nerve thy frame,
If to high deeds thy soul is strung,

'Mid nature's embers parched and dry,

Where o'er some tower in ruin laid,
Revere this stone that gives to fame
The brave, the virtuous, and the young !-(5)

The peepul spreads its haunted shade,

Or round a tomb his scales to wreathe, For manly beauty decked his form,

Fit warder in the gate of death! His bright eye beamed with mental power ;

Come on! yet pause! behold us now Resistless as the winter storm,

Beneath the bamboo's arched bough, Yet mild as summer's mildest shower.

Where gemming of that sacred gloom,

Glows the geranium's scarlet bloom, In war's hoarse rage, in ocean’s strife,

And winds our path through many a bower For skill, for force, for mercy known;

Of fragrant tree and giant flower; Still prompt to shield a comrade's life,

The ceiba's crimson pomp displayed And greatly careless of his own.

O’er the broad plaintain's humbler shade,

And dusk anana's prickly blade;
Yct youthful seaman, mourn not thou
The fate these artless lines recall;

While o'er the brake, so wild and fair,

The betel waves his crest in air. No, Cambrian, no, be thine the vow,

With pendent train and rushing wings, Like him to live, like him to fall!

Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs; But hast thou known a father's care,

And he, the bird of hundred dyes,(7) Who sorrowing sent thee forth to sea; Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize. Poured for thy weal th' unceasing prayer,

So rich a shade, so green a sod, And thought the sleepless night on thee? Our English fairies never trod;

Yet who in Indian bower has stood, Has e'er thy tender fancy flown,

But thought on England's "good green wood ?' When winds were strong and waves were high, And blessed beneath the palmy shade, Where, listening to the tempest's moan,

Her hazel and her hawthorn glade, Thy sisters heaved the anxious sigh?

And breathed a prayer, (how oft in vain!) Or, in the darkest hour of dread,

To gaze upon her oaks again? Mid war's wild din, and ocean's swell,

A truce to thought! the jackal's cry

Resounds like sylvan revelry;
Hast mourned a hero brother dead,
And did that brother love thee well ?-

And through the trees, yon failing ray

Will scantly serve to guide our way. Then pity those whose sorrows flow

Yet, mark! as fade the upper skies, In vain o'er Shipley's empty grave!— Each thicket opes ten thousand eyes. -Sailor, thou weep’st :—Indulge thy wo; Before, beside us, and above,

Such tears will not disgrace the brave ! - The fire-fly lights his lamp of love,

Then on! Then on! where duty leads,

My course be onward still,
On broad Hindostan’s sultry meads,

O'er black Almorah's hill.

That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,

Nor mild Malwah-detain,
For sweet the bliss us both awaits,

By yonder western main.
Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say,

Across the dark blue sea,
But never were hearts so light and gay,

As then shall meet in thee!

Retreating, chasing, sinking, soaring,
The darkness of the copse exploring;
While to this cooler air confest,
The broad Dhatura bares her breast,
Of fragrant scent, and virgin white,
A pearl around the locks of night!
Still as we pass in softened hum,
Along the breezy valleys come
The village song, the horn, the drum.
Still as we pass, from bush and briar,
The shrill cigala strikes his lyre;
And, what is she whose liquid strain
Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ?
I know that soul-entrancing swell!
It is,-it must be, -Philomel!

Enough, enough, the rustling trees
Announce a shower upon the breeze,
The flashes of the summer sky
Assume a deeper, ruddier dye;
Yon lamp that trembles on the stream,
From forth our cabin sheds its beam;
And we must early sleep to find
Betimes the morning's healthy wind.
But O! with thankful hearts confess,
Ev'n here there may be happiness;
And He, the bounteous Sire, has given
His peace on earth, his hope of heaven!

HAPPINESS. One morning in the month of May,

I wandered o'er the hill; Though nature all around was gay,

My heart was heavy still.

Can God, I thought, the just, the great,

These meaner creatures bless, And yet deny to man's estate

The boon of happiness?
Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains,

Ye blessed birds around,
In which of nature's wide domains

Can bliss for man be found.

LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE,

WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA.

The birds wild carolled over head,

The breeze around me blew, And nature's awful chorus said

No bliss for man she knew.

If thou wert by my side, my love!

How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala's palmy grove,

Listening the nightingale!
If thou, my love! wert by my side,

My babies at my knee,
How gaily would our pinnace glide

O'er Gunga's mimic sea !
I miss thee at the dawning gray,

When, on our deck reclined,
In careless ease my limbs I lay,

And woo the cooler wind.
I miss thee when by Gunga's stream

My twilight steps I guide,
But most beneath the lamp’s pale beam,
I miss thee from my

side. I spread my books, my pencil try,

The lingering noon to cheer,
But miss thy kind approving eye

Thy meek attentive ear.
But when of morn and eve the star

Beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far,

Thy prayers ascend for me.

I qüestioned love, whose early ray,

So rosy bright appears,
And heard the timid genius say

His light was dimmed by tears.
I questioned friendship: Friendship sighed,

And thus her answer gave-
The few whom fortune never tried

Were withered in the grave!
I asked if vice could bliss bestow?

Vice boasted loud and well,
But fading from her withered brow,

The borrowed roses fell.
I sought of feeling, if her skill

Could sooth the wounded breast;
And found her mourning, faint and still,

For others' woes distressed !
I questioned virtue: virtue sighed,

No boon could she dispense-
Nor virtue was her name, she cried

But humble penitence.

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Again, again, the pealing drum,
The clashing horn-they come, they come;
Through rocky pass, o'er wooded steep
In long and glittering files they sweep.
And nearer, nearer, yet more near,
Their softened chorus meets the ear;
Forth, forth, and meet them on their way;
The trampling hoofs brook no delay;
With thrilling fife and pealing drum,
And clashing horn, they come, they come.

TO LIEUTENANT-GENERAL, SIR

ROWLAND HILL, K. B. Hill! whose high daring with renewed success Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the cloud Of expectation, dark and comfortless, Hung on the mountains; and yon factious crowd Blasphemed their country's valour, babbling loud! Then was thine arm revealed, to whose young

might, By Toulon's leaguered wall, the fiercest bowed Whom Egypt honoured, and the dubious fight Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Douro, and Talavera's

gory bays; Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found.O still, young warrior, may thy toil-earned praise, With England's love, and England's honour

crowned, Gild with delight thy Father's latter days !

LINES. Reflected on the lake I love

To see the stars of evening glow; So tranquil in the heavens above,

So restless in the wave below.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,

But earthly hope, how bright so e'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,

As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.

FAREWELL.

When eyes are beaming

What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming

From their crystal cell; When hands are linked that dread to part, And heart is met by throbbing heart, Oh! bitter, bitter is the smar

Of them that bid farewell !

IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOOD.

RUT, IN HINDOOSTANEE. AMBITION's voice was in mine ear, she whispered

yesterday, “ How goodly is the land of Room (9) how wide

the Russian sway! How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell

through life to come, Lulled by the harp's melodious string, cheered by

the northern drum!" But Wisdom heard; “O youth,” she said, “ in

passion's fetter tied, O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee of

thy pride !" She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady

ground, Where many an ancient sepulchre gleamed in the

moonshine round.

When hope is chidden

That fain of bliss would tell, And love forbidden

In the breast to dwell;

Siwah.

And “Here Secunder(10) sleeps," she cried ;– him to content himself with the composition of an" this is his rival's stone;

other. Of this diffidence his friends have reason And here the mighty chief reclines who reared the to complain, as it suppressed some elegant lines Median throne.(11)

of his own on the same occasion.
Inquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient
pomp remain,

Note 6, page 40, col. 1.
Save late regret, and bitter tears for ever, and in The brave, the virtuous, and the young.

vain? Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep of St. Asaph, perished in an attempt to cut out an

Captain Conway Shipley, third son to the dean my lore; The lesser wealth, the lighter load, -small blame his majesty's frigate La Nymphe, April 22, 1808,

enemy's vessel from the Tagus with the boats of betides the poor.”

in the 26th year of his age, and after nearly six

teen years of actual service; distinguished by every NOTES.

quality both of heart and head which could adorn

a man or an officer. Admiral Sir Charles Cotton, Note 1, page 38, col. 2.

and the captains of his fleet, have since erected a monument to his memory in the neighbourhood

of Fort St. Julian. Oasis. Sennaar.-Meroe.

Note 7, page 40, col. 2.
Note 2, page 38, col. 2.

On Gunga's breast.
Shangalla

These lines were written at a small village on The black tribes whom Bruce considers as the

the banks of the Ganges, which he was ascending aboriginal Nubians, are so called. For their gi- in a pinnace, on his first visitation of his diocese, gantic stature, and their custom of ornamenting in August, 1824. themselves and their houses with the spoils of the elephant, see the account he gives of the person

Note 8, page 40, col. 2. and residence of one of their chiefs whom he visit

The bird of hundred dyes. ed on his departure from Ras el Feel.

"The Mucharunga—many coloured. I learned Note 3, page 38, col. 2.

at Dacca, that while we were at peace with the Emeralds.

Burmans, many traders used to go over all the The emerald, or whatever the ancients dignified eastern provinces of Bengal, buying up these beau

tiful birds for the Golden Zennanah; at Ummeraby the name of smaragdus, is said to have been found in great quantities in the mountain now poora it was said that they were sometimes worth

a gold mohur each." called Gebul Zumrud (the mount of emeralds.) Note 4, page 39, col. 1.

Note 9, page 42, col. 2.

The land of Room.
Elim's well.
It is interesting to observe with what pleasure

The oriental name of the Turkish Empire. and minuteness Moses, amid the Arabian wilder

Note 10, page 43, col., 1.
ness, enumerates the "twelve wells of water," and
the "threescore and ten palm-trees," of Elim.

Alexander the Great.
Note 5, page 39, col. 2.
Ye viewless guardians of these sacred shades.

Note 11, page 43, col. 1.

The mighty Chief who reared the Median throne. These lines were spoken (as is the custom of the university on the installation of a new chancellor) The founder of the Median throne was Kyby a young nobleman, whose diffidence induced Kaoos, or Deiioces.

Secunder.

THE END OF HEBER'S POEMS.

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