Having given thee no offence. Ha!- am I right? 'T was a mistake? — unaloubtedly — we all Do err at times Pol. Draw, villain, and prate no more! draw!- - and villain! have at thee then (Draws.) Pol (drawing). Thus to the expiatory tomb, Untimely sepulchre, I do devote thee In the name of Lalage! Cas. (letting fall his sword and recoiling to the extremity Pol. Thou wilt not fight with me didst say, Sir Count? Shall I be baffled thus? thou darest not? now this is well; Didst say Ha! Hold off thy hand with that beloved name So fresh upon thy lips I will not fight thee I cannot dare not. Pol. Now by my halidom I do believe thee ! — coward, I do believe thee! Cas. Ha!- coward! this may not be ! (Clutches his sword, and staggers towards Politian, but his purpose is changed before reaching him, and he falls upon his knee at the feet of the Earl.) 8 Fol. Cas. Scoundrel! — arise and die! It needeth not be Thus on my bended knee. - thus - thus O let me die It were most fitting For in the fight I will not raise a hand (baring his bosom). Strike thou home — Here is no let or hinderance to thy weapon – Fol. Now s'Death and Hell! Am I not - am I not sorely-grievously tempted For public insult in the streets The eyes - before of the citizens. I'll follow thee Like an avenging spirit I'll follow thee Even unto death. Before those whom thou lovest Before all Rome I'll taunt thee, villain—I'll taunt thee, Dost hear? with cowardice- thou wilt not fight me? Cas. Now this indeed is just! Most righteous, and most just, avenging Heaven. (Exit.) POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.* SONNET-TO SCIENCE. CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art ! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? * Private reasons- some of which have reference to the sin of plagiarism, and others to the date of Tennyson's first poems - have induced me, after some hesitation, to republish these, the crude compositions of my earliest boyhood. They are printed verbatim, without alteration from the original edition, the date of which is too remote to be judiciously acknowledged. E. A. P. AL AARAAF.* PART I. ! NOTHING earthly save the ray Springs from the gems of Circassy- That list our Love, and deck our bowers The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace- - for there Her world lay lolling on the golden air, Near four bright suns — a temporary rest An oasis in desert of the blest. * A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe, which appeared suddenly in the heav. ens; attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter; then as sud. denly disappeared, and has never been seen since. Away-away-'mid seas of rays that roll To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode, Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth, Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled · All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed *On Santa Maura- -olim Deucadia. |