More beauty clung around her columned wall "My Angelo! and why of them to be? "But list, Ianthe! when the air so soft Failed, as my pennon'd spirit leapt aloft,+ * "Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love." -MARLOWE. † Pennon, for pinion.-MILTON. Perhaps my brain grew dizzy-but the world Sprang from her station, on the winds apart, But with a downward, tremulous motion thro' "We came-and to thy Earth-but not to us She grants to us as granted by her God- Never his fairy wing o'er fairier world! Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes Alone could see the phantom in the skies, And thy star trembled—as doth Beauty then!" Thus in discourse, the lovers whiled away day. They fell for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their hearts. TAMERLANE. KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my themeI will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell'd inI have no time to dote or dream : You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire: If I can hope-O God! I can Its fount is holier-more divineI would not call thee fool, old man, But such is not a gift of thine. Know thou the secret of a spirit Bowed from its wild pride into shame. O yearning heart! I did inherit Thy withering portion with the fame, The searing glory which hath shone Amid the Jewels of my throne, Halo of Hell! and with a pain Not Hell shall make me fear again— O craving heart, for the lost flowers And sunshine of my summer hours! The undying voice of that dead time, With its interminable chime, Rings, in the spirit of a spell, Upon thy emptiness-a knell, I have not always been as now : The heritage of a kingly mind, And a proud spirit which hath striven Triumphantly with human kind. On mountain soil I first drew life: The mists of the Taglay have shed K |