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Where zephyrs have no power to curl the deep,
But soothe it into slumber !-lovelier far

To gaze upon the lustres, where they sleep
Below, each like the memory of a star,—
Glancing, like phantoms, through their watery veil,
A visioned heaven,—dreamy, dim, and pale !

TO ZÖE.

Look upon this picture.

SHAKSPEARE.

A ROSE in Zöe's arbour grew,
Like Zöe, young and bright,—
It fed upon the fragrant dew,
And bathed in beams of light;

The gentlest zephyrs, still, would creep,

Warm o'er it, from the west,

And the night-spirit loved to weep

Upon its virgin breast;

And all the host of insect beaux

Would pause, to trifle with the rose !

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Alas, the flower!-one summer night,

Some spirit rode the gale,

Who, from his pinions, scattered blight

Along the scented vale ;

I saw it in the sunny morn,

'Twas dying on its stem,

Yet wore, though drooping and forlorn,

Its dewy diadem;

But every roving butterfly

Looked on the rose-and wandered by!

The beams of morning had no power

Upon its faded cheek,

The bee went singing past the flower,

The bird flew by the wreck;

Still, as each fluttering idler fled,

That used to linger here,

The rose would bow its gentle head,

And shake away a tear,

But never raised its timid eye,

To gaze, again, upon the sky!

It withered through the sunny hours,

And, when the shadows fell,

In vain the spirit of the flowers

Flung down its dewy spell!

The moon gleamed sad,-the night-breeze sighed,

Above the lonely flower,

But, none who loved its day of pride

Watched o'er its waning hour ;

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The flatterers-they had, long, been gone,
It died-neglected and alone!

THE FOREIGN GRAVE.

Ω φιλτάτη χεὶρ, φίλτατον δέ μοι
καὶ σχῆμα, καὶ πρόσωπον εὐγενες.

στόμα,

EURIP. Medea.

Thou art gone! thy genius fled up to the stars, from whence it came! and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a clod of the valley.

FAR, far away,—the zephyrs wave,

In silence, o'er thy lonely grave!

No kindred sigh disturbs the gloom

That midnight hangs around thy tomb:

But spirits of a foreign air,

At evening, love to linger there;

STERNE.

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