If rootless thus, thus substanceless thy state, Go, weigh thy dreams, and be thy hopes, thy fears, The counter-weights!-Thy laughter and thy tears Mean but themselves, each fittest to create And to repay each other! Why rejoices Thy heart with hollow joy for hollow good? Why cowl thy face beneath the mourner's hood, Why waste thy sighs, and thy lamenting voices, Image of image, ghost of ghostly elf, That such a thing as thou feel'st warm or cold? MOLES. -THEY shrink in, as Moles (Nature's mute monks, live mandrakes of the ground) Creep back from Light-then listen for its sound;See but to dread, and dread they know not whyThe natural alien of their negative eye. THE VISIT OF THE GODS. IMITATED FROM SCHILLER. NEVER, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Scarce had I welcomed the sorrow-beguiler, throne ! They advance, they float in, the Olympians all! How shall I yield you Celestial quire? Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyance Bear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joy ance, That the roofs of Olympus may echo my lyre! Hah! we mount! on their pinions they waft up my soul ! O give me the nectar! O fill me the bowl! Give him the nectar! Pour out for the poet, Hebe! pour free ! Quicken his eyes with celestial dew, That Styx the detested no more he may view, Forbids me to die! THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL. AN ALLEGORY. I. HE too has flitted from his secret nest, name! Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame, II. Yes! he hath flitted from me-with what aim, As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breast— III. Like a loose blossom on a gusty night (As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight) Of either sex and answerable mind Two playmates, twin-births of his foster-dame :-The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight) And Kindness is the gentler sister's name. Dim likeness now, though fair she be and good, IV. Ah! he is gone, and yet will not depart !— V. Can wit of man a heavier grief reveal? VOL. II. *Faërie Queene, B. III. C. 2, s. 19. T Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise, One pang more blighting-keen than hope betray'd! When, at her Brother's hest, the twin-born Maid KUBLA KHAN: OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. [OF THE FRAGMENT OF KUBLA KHAN. THE following Fragment is here published at the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity, and as far as the Author's own opinions are concerned, rather as a psychological curiosity than on the ground of any supposed poetic merits. In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in "Purchas's Pilgrimage:" :” “Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace |