Another instance, yet, Of water while I sing, THE WATER FAY. Another of HEINRICH HEINE'S wild imaginings. THE night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; A water-maid rose singing And snow-white breasts were springing She kissed me and she pressed me, "Oh thou need'st not alarm thee, That thus thy form I hold; For I only seek to warm me, And the night is black and cold." "The wind to the waves is calling, "The wind to the waves is calling, And the moonlight grows dim on the rocks; But no tears from mine eyes are falling, 'Tis the water which drips from my locks." "The ocean is heaving and sobbing, "My heart is wildly swelling, ADVERTISEMENT OF A DAY LOST. By Mrs. SIGOURNEY. LOST! lost! lost! A gem of countless price, Cut from the living rock, And graved in Paradise; Large diamonds, clear and bright, And each with sixty smaller ones, Lost where the thoughtless throng Where thrilleth folly's song A golden harp to buy, Such as the white-robed choir attune To deathless minstrelsy. Lost! lost! lost! I feel all search is vain; For these heart strings sever, But when the sea and land Like burning scroll have fled, Who judgeth quick and dead; LOVE MADE BY A LADY. A scene of exquisite grace, tenderness, and refinement, and abounding in poetry, from BEAUMONT and FLETCHER'S play of Philaster. Arethusa, the daughter of the reigning King of Sicily, makes honourable love to Philaster, the rightful heir to the Crown. ARETHUSA and one of her Ladies. Arethusa. Comes he not? Lady. Madam ? Are. Will Philaster come? Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me At first. Are. But didst thou tell me so ? I am forgetful, and my woman's strength Is so o'ercharged with dangers like to grow How look'd he, when he told thee he would come? Are. And not a little fearful? Lady. Fear, madam! sure he knows not what it is. Are. You all are of his faction; the whole court Is bold in praise of him: whilst I May live neglected, and do noble things, As fools in strife throw gold into the sea, Drowned in the doing. But I know he fears. Lady. Methought his looks hid more of love than fear. Did you deliver those plain words I sent, Lady. Madam, I mean to you. Are. Of love to me? alas! thy ignorance As he and I am. If a bowl of blood, Drawn from this arm of mine, would poison thee, Are. Bring him in.— Ye gods, that would not have your dooms withstood, To make the passions of a feeble maid The way unto your justice, I obey. Enter PHILASTER. Lady. Here is my lord Philaster. Are. Oh! 'tis well. Withdraw yourself. Philaster. Madam, your messenger Made me believe you wish'd to speak with me. I have to say, and do so ill beseem The mouth of woman, that I wish them said, And yet am loth to speak them. Have you known, Upon your virtues ? Phi. Never, madam, you. Are. Why, then, should you, in such a public place, Injure a princess, and a scandal lay Upon my fortunes, famed to be so great; Calling a great part of my dowry in question? Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be Foolish but for your fair and virtuous self, I could afford myself to have no right To anything you wish'd. Are. Philaster, know, I must enjoy these kingdoms. Are. Both, or I die. By fate, I die, Philaster, Phi. I would do much to save that noble life; Yet would be loth to have posterity Find in our stories, that Philaster gave Are. Nay then, hear! I must and will have them, and more Phi. What more? Are. Or lose that little life the gods prepared To trouble this poor piece of earth withal. Phi. Madam, what more? Are. Turn, then, away thy face. Phi. No. Are. Do. Phi. I cannot endure it. Turn away my face? I never yet saw enemy that look'd So dreadfully, but that I thought myself Shall I then So horrible, but that I thought my tongue Are. Yet, for my sake, a little bend thy looks. Are. Then know, I must have them, and thee. · |