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The ocean from its bosom then shook off its moonlight sheen, And its wrathful billows fiercely rose to vindicate their Queen; A cloud came o'er the heavens, and a darkness o'er the land, And the scoffing crew beheld no more the Lady on the strand.
Out burst the pealing thunder, and the lightning leaped about,
shock, And her timbers flew like scattered spray, on Inchidony's rock.
Then loud from all that guilty crew, one shriek rose wild and
high, But the angry surge swept over them, and hushed that maddening
cry ;With a hoarse, exulting murmur, the tempest died away, And down, still chafing from their strife, the indignant waters
When the calm and purple morning shone out on high Dunore,
J. C. C.
FROM THE ARABIC OF TOGRAI.
Thou sleep'st, while the eyes of the planets are watching,
Regardless of love and of me!
Present me with nothing but thee!
Thou art changed, while the colour of night changes not,
Like the fading allurements of day;
BY ALARIC A. WATTS.
They grew together
I saw them when their bud of life
Was slowly opening into flower,
Had burst above their natal bower;
What were they then? Two twinkling stars,—
The youngest of an April sky,-
Together shining peacefully:
What were they then? Two limpid streams,
Through life's green vale in beauty gliding, Mingling like half-forgotten dreams ;
Now, 'neath the gloom of willows hiding ;Now, dancing o'er the turf away, In playful waves and glittering spray.
I see them, as I saw them then,
With careless brows, and laughing eyes;They flash upon my soul again,
With all their infant witcheries ;Two gladsome spirits, sent on earth, As envoys from the Muse of mirth!
Such Fancy's dreams;—but never more
May Fancy with such dreams be fed;
Before their leaves had time to spread !
Whilst Spring was gladdening all the skies,
Mid blooming flowers and sunny weather, .
And smote them, in his love, together :
BY THE REV. CHARLES HOYLE.
Mysterious pile! what necromantic lore
BY THOMAS HOOD, ESQ.
Oh when I was a tiny boy
My mates were blithe and kind !
To cast a look behind !
A hoop was an eternal round
A top a joyous thing :-
And careful thoughts the string !
By marbles—once my bag was stored,
With Theseus for a taw!
And harnessed to the law!
My kite-how fast and far it flew!
My pleasure from the sky. ’T was papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote,—my present dreams
Will never soar so high!
My joys are wingless all, and dead;
My flights soon find a fall;
And seldom with a call !
My football's laid upon the shelf;—
The world knocks to and fro;
My arrows and my bow!
No more in noontide sun I bask;
My head's ne'er out of school :
And friends grown strangely cool!
The very chum that shared
cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake,
It makes me shrink and sigh:
Though these should meet his eye!
No skies so blue, or so serene
As clothed the playground tree!
That change resides in me!
Oh, for the garb that marked the boy,
Well inked with black or red ;
Oh, for the ribbon round the neck !
My book and collar both !