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" Behold, all this is done by Man !"
<Vith jocund and more social aim.
The minstrel's lyre their awe awoke,

Telling of Titans, and of Giant's frays,
Ind Lion-slayers, turning, as he spoke,

E'eu into Heroes those who heard his lays*


For the first time the soul f ^els joy,

By raptures bless'd that calmer are,

That only greet it from af p.r,
That passions wild can ne'er destroy,
And that, when tasted, do not cloy.

And now the Spirit, free and fair,

Awoke fr(jm out its sensual sleep ;
By you unchain'd, the Slave of Care

Into the arms of joy could leap.
Each brutish bariier soon v/as set at naught,

Humanity first graced the cloxidless brow.
And the majestic, noble stranger, thought.

From out the wond'ring brain sprang boldly now,
Man in his glory stood upright,

And show'd the stars his kingly face ;
His speaking glance the Sun's bright light

Bless'd in the realms sublime of space.
Upon the cheek now bloom'd the smile,

The voice's soulful Harmony
Expanded into Song the while.

And Feeling swam in the moist eye ;
And from the mouth, with Spirit teaming o'er,
Jest, sweetly link'd with Grace, began to pour.

Sunk in the instincts of the worm.

By naught but sensual Inst possess'd.

Ye recogniz'd within his breast
Love-Spii'itual's noble germ ;

And t)iat this germ of Love so blest
Escaped the senses' abject load.
To the first pastoral s )ug he ow'd.
Rais'd to the dignity of Thought,
Passions more calm to flow were taught

From the Biird's mouth with melody.
The cheeks with dewy softness buru'd ;
The longing that, though quench'd, still yeam'd,

Proclaim'd the Si)irit-Harmony.

The Wisest's wisdom, and the strongest's vigor,- .

The Meekest's meekness, and the Noblest's grace,
By you were knit together in one Figure,

Wreathing a radiant Glory round the place.


Man at tho Unkno-wn'a sight must tremble,

Yt't its refiilgfuco ikhjJs must love ;
That mighty Being to resemble,

Eiich glorious Hero madly strove ;
Tho prototype of Beauty's earliest strain
Ye made resound through Natiuv's wide domain,,


Tho Passions' wild and headlong course,

Tho ever-varying plan of Fate,
Duty and Instinct's twofold force,

With proving mind and guidance straight
Ye then conducted to their emls.

What Nature, as she moves along.
Far from each other ever rends,

Become upon the Btag.% in song.
Members of Ordc^r, lirinly bountL

Awed by the Furit-s' chorus dread,
Murder draws down uj^ou its head
The doom of Death from their a\ ild sound.
Long ere the ■wise to give a verdict dar'd.
An Iliad had Fate's mysteries declai-'d

To early Ages from afar ;
While Providence in silence far'd

Into the world from Thespis' car.

Yet into that world's cuiTcnt so sublime
Y'our Symmetry was borne before its time.
When the dark hand of Destiny

Fail'd in your sight to part by force
What it had fashicm'd 'neath yoi»; eye,
lu darkness Lif(> made haste to die,

Ere it fultiU'd its beauteous course.
Then ye with bold and si'lt'-sufJicieut might
Led the arch further thro' the Future's night z
Then, too, ye plung'd, without a fear,

Into Avernus' ocean black,
And found the vauish'd life so dear

Beyond the Urn, and brought it back.
A blooming Pollux-form appear'd now soon.

On Castor leaning, and enshrined in light-.
Tlie shadow that is seen ujjon the moon.

Ere she has lill'd h-.r silv'ry circle bright j


Yet Liglier, — liigher still above tlie Earth

Inventive Geuius never ceas'd to rise :
Creations from creations had their birth,

And harmonies from harmonies.
What here alone enchants the ravish'd sight,

A nobler Beanty yonder must obey ;
The graceful charms that in the Nympli unite,

In the divine Athene melt away ;
The strength with which the Wrestler is endow'dj,

In the God's beauty we no longer find :
The wonder of his time — Jove's image proud —

In the Olympian temple is enshrin'd.

The world, transform'd by Industry's bold hand.
The human heart, by newborn instincts mov'd.
That have iu burning fights been fully prov'd,

Your circle of Creation now expand.

Advancing Man bears on bis soaring pinions,
In gratitude. Art with him in his flight.

And out of Nature's now-enrich'd dominions
New worlds of beauty issue forth to light.

The barriers upon knowledge are o'erthrown ;
The Spirit that, with pleasure soou-matm-'d,
Has in your easy triumphs been iuur'd
To hasten through an Artist-whole of gTaces,
Nature's more distant columns duly places.

And overtakes her on her pathway loue.

He weighs her now with weights that human are.
Metes her with measures that she lent of old ;

While iu her beauty's rites more practic'd far.
She now must let his eye her form behold.

With youthful and self -pleasing bliss.
He lends the si^heres his harmony,

And, if he praise earth's edifice,

'Tis for its wondrous syrLjnetry. ^

In all that now around him breathes,

Proportion sweet is ever rife ;
And beauty's golden girdle wreathes

With mildness round his path through life ;
Perfection blest, triumphantly.

Before him in your works soars high ;


Whorevor boisterona K^ipture swells,

Wherever silent Borrow Hoes,
WlKne jr-nsivo Contemplation dwells,

Wliere, he tlio tears of Aii.^uisli Bees,
Wlu-re thousand terrors on him glare.

Harmonious Btreams are yet behind —
He sees the Graces sporting there,

With feelings rsilent and rcfiu'd.
Gentle as Beauty's lines togetlu r linking,

As the Appearances that round lum jjlay.
In tender outline in each other sinking,

The soft breath of his life thus fleets away.
His Spirit melts in the harmonious Sea,

That, rich in rapture, round his senses flows,
And the dissohdng Thought all silently

To omnipresent Cythcrea grows
Joining in lofty union with the Fates,

On Graces and on Muses calm relymg,
With freely-offer'd bosom he awaits

The shaft that soon against him will be flying
From the soft bow Necessity creates.

Fav'rites belov'd of blissfid Harmony,

Welcome attendants on Life's dreary road.
The noblest and the dearest far that she,

Who gave us Life, to bless that life bestow'd !
That unyok'd Man his duties bears in mind,
And loves the fetters that his motions bind.
That Chance with brazen sceptre rules him not,—
For t/ii-'f, Eternity is now your lot.
Your heart has Avon a bright reward for this

That round the cup Avhere Freedom flows,
Merrily sport the Gods of bliss, —

The "beauteous dream its fragrance throws, —
For this, receive a loving kiss !

The Spirit, glorious and serene,

VHxo round Necessity the Graces trains, —
Who bids his sethev and his stany plains
Upon us wait with pleasing mien,—
Who, 'mid his terrors, by his majesty gives ]oy.
And Avho is beauteous e'en wiieu seeking to destroy,-
Him imitate, the Artist gooil ! *
As o'er the streamlet's crystal flood



The banks with chequcr'd dances hover,

The flow'ry mead, the sunset's light, — =
Thus gleams, life's barren pathway overj

Poesy's shadowy world so bright.
In bridal dress ye led us on
Before the terrible Unknown,

Before inexorable Fate.
As in your urns the bones are laid,
With beauteous Magic veil ye shade

The chorus dread that cares create.
Thousands of years I hasten 'd through

The boundless realm of vanish'd time.
How sad it seems when left by you—

But where ye linger, how sublime !
She who, with fleeting wing, of yore

From your creating hand arose in might.
Within your arms was found once more,

When, vanquish'd by Time's silent flight.
Life's blossoms faded from the cheek,

And from the limbs all vigor went,
And mournfully, with footstep weak.

Upon his staflt the greybeard leant.
Then gave ye to the languishing.
Life's waters from a new-born sjsring ;
Twice was the youth of Time renew'd.
Twice, from the seeds thai ye had strew'd.

When chas'd by fierce barbarian hordes away,

The last remaining votive brand ye tore
From Orient's altars, now pollution's prey.

And to these Western lands in safety bore
The fugitive from ^^onder Eastern shore,

The youthful day, the West her dwelling made ,
And on Hesperia's plains sprang up once more

Ionia's flowers, in pristine bloom array'd.
Over the Spirit fairer Nature slied.

With soft refulgence, a reflection bright.
And through the graceful Soul with stately tread

Advanced the Biiglity D<>ity of light.
Millions of (iinins were burst asunder then,

And to the Slave then human laws applied,
And mildly rose tlie younger race of men

As brethren, gently waud'ring side by side,


"Witli noblo inward ecHtnsy,

The bliss iniparteil yo receive,
And in tlie veil of modesty,

With Hilent merit take your l(>ave.
If oil the patlis of Thoncfht, so freely given.

The Searcher u )\v with daring fortune stands,
And, by trininj)hiint I':eni;s onwiU'd driven.

Would seize u])on the crown with dauntless hands —
If h(^ Avith grovelling hireling's pay

Thinks to disnuss liis glorious guide —
Or, with the first slavt-'s place aiTay

Art near the throne his dream supjilied —
Forgive him ! — O'er yoiu" head to-day-
Hovers Perfecticjn's crown in 7)ride.
With you the earlii^st jilant ' Lad,

Soul-forming nature fii-st
With you, the hai-vest-chap-tOj gj I,

Perfected Nature ends her plan.

The Art Creative, that ail-modestly arose

From clay and stone, with silent triumph throws

Its arms around the Spirit's vast domain.
What in the land of knowledge the Discoverer knows,

He knows, discovers, only for your gain !
The treasiu-es that the Thinker has amass'd,

He will enjoy within your arms alone,
Soon as his knowledge, beaiitj-ripe at last.

To Art eimobled shall have grown, —
Soon as with you he scales a mountain-height,

And thc-r(% illumin'd by the setting sun,
Tlie smiling valley bursts upon his sight.
The richer ye reward the eager gaze —

The higher, fairer orders, that the mind
May traverse with its magic rays.

Or compass with enjoyment unconfin'd —
The wider thoughts and feelings open lie
To more luxuriant Hoods of Harmony,
To Beauty's i-ich«r, mon; maj;>stic stream, —
The fair members of the wt)rid's vast scheme,
That, maim'd, disgrace on his Creation bring,
He sees the lofty forms then perfecting —

94 THE AimsTS.

The fairer riddles come from out the night —
The richer is the world his arms enclose,
The broader stream the sea with which he flowa -

The weaker, too, is Destiny's blind might —

The nobler instincts does he prove —

The smaller he himself, the greater grows his love.

Thus is he led, in still and hidden race.

By Poetry, who strews his path with flowers.
Through ever-purer Forms, and purer pow«ra„

Tlirough ever higher heights, and fairer grace.

At length, arrived at the ripe goal of Time, —

Yet one more inspiration all-sublime.

Poetic outbiirsts of Man's lastest youth.

And — he will glide into the arms of Truth I

Herself, the gentle Cypria,

lUumin'd by her fiery crown,

Then stands before her full-grown Son
Unveil'd — as great Urania ;
The sooner only by him caught.

The faster he had fled away !
Thus stood, in wonder rapture fraught,

Ulysses' noble Son that day.
When the sage Mentor who his yoiith begiiil'd
Herself transfigur'd as Jove's glorious Child !

Man's honor is confided to jnnr hand, —

There let it w-ell-protected be !
It sinks with you ! with you it will expand !

Poesy's sacred sorcery
Obeys a world-plan Avise and good ;
In silence let it swell the flood

Of mighty-rolling Harmony !

By her own time view'd with disdain,
Lot solemn Trutli in song remain,
And let the Muses' band defend her !
In all the fulness of her splendor.

Let her survive in numbers gloi'ious.

More dread, when veil'd her charms appeal!
And vengeance take, with strains victorious,
On her tormentor's ear 1


The freest Mother's Children free,

With stoaiU'ast couutcimnco then rise
To liighest B aiity's radiancy,

And e\'rj other crown despise !
The Sisti^rs wlio osrap'd you here,

"Within your Motlifr's arras ye'll njoet;
"What noble Spirits may revere,

Must be deserving aud complete.
High over your own course of time

Exalt yourselves with pinions bold,
And dimly let your glass sublime

The coming century unfold !
On thousand roads advancing fast

Of ever-rich variety,
"With fond embraces meet at last

Before the throne of Harmony !
As into seven mild rays Ave view

With softness break the glimmer whito,
As rainbow beams of seven-fold hue

Dissolve again in that soft light,
In clearness thousandfold thus throw

Your magic round the ravish'd gaze, —
Into one stream of light thus flow, —

One bond of truth that ne'er decays !



3haIjIi I lament thy lot? Dost curse thy marriage vows'

With tears of grief and rage combin'd?
And why? Because thy faithless Spouse

Seeks in another's arms to find
What she no more obtains from thee ? — '

Friend, hearken to Another's cares,
Aud bear thine own more easily !

It pains thee that a Second shares
Thy rights ? — How truly enviable thy case I
]\J)/ wife belongs to the whole human race„
E'en from the Belt to the Moselle
To Aiipeumuc s niyU >vuxi* as well,


Even in fashion's native city,
She is exposed for sale in ev'ry shoiJ,

And may be handled (more's the pity !)
By ev'ry pedant, ev'ry silly fop —

On board the packet, on the coach's top, —
Beneath the cockney's stare must patient be,

And, as each dirty critic may desire,

Must walk on flowers or coals of fire
To the Pantheon or the pillory.
A Leipzig fellow — may the rascal meet his dues ! —

As of a fortress, takes her topographic measure,
And parts for sale he offers to the public view.

Which none but I should know about, had I my
pleasure !

Thy wife, — thanks to the canon la>v, 'tis true,-
The name of consort holds ail-duly i^riz'd ;

She knows its meaning and its practice too.
As Ninon's husband I'm but recogniz'd.

Tliou'rt grieved that at the Faro-table, in the Pit,

When thou appear'st, each tongue exerts its wit ?

Oh, hapjjy man ! How fortunate is he

Who can say that ! Good brother, as for me,

A whey-cure purchased me, at length, the honor

At her left side to humbly wait upon her.

Me no one sees, and ev'ry look is thrown

Upon my haughty sjjouse alone.

The veil of night is scarcely rent.
When, lo ! the staircase swarms with blue and yellow

With unpaid letters, packages and notes.

To " The Illustrious Lady" sent.

How sweet her sleep ! — to wake her though's my duty :
" Madam, the last Berlin and Jena News ! "

Sudden her eyelids opes the sleeping Beauty ;
The first thing that they meet are — the Reviews

Her fair blue eye for ine has not one look,

A trump'ry Paper's all tliat it can brook.

Soon from the nursery comes a roaring cry.

And, asking for her little ones, she lays it by.



3er dressinc?- table now is set,

But liiilf-iooks only ou her glass slie fiujgsj
A grumbling and imp:iti"Dt threat

To her atlrighted M.ii I gives wings.
Ti)e Graces all hav.^ tl -d fro:n her toilette,
And ill tli(3 place of C.ipids young and fair,
Furies upou her wait to dress her hair.

The sound of carriage- whe;ls has now begun,
And nimble lacqueys f i"om behind dismount,

To crave an audience with the Famous Oue :
First for the scented Abbe, then the Count,

Or Englishman, who Gc'rman scorns to know.
Grossing and Son, or Messrs. So and So.

A tiling that iu the corner msekly takes its place, —

A Husband call'd, — is star'd at in the face.

Here may the dullest fool, the poorest wight,
(And tliis thij rival surely would not do,)

Express his admiration at her sight, —
Express it in my presence, too !

And I, for fear of being thought uncivil.

Must beg he'll sto^j to dine — (the devil !)

At table. Friend, begins my misery.
Quickly each flask's contents are dried !

WitU Burgundy, that Doctors strictly keep from me.
Her flatterers' throats I needs must keep sui^plied.

The meat that I so hardly earn'd at first
Her hungry parasites' lean paunches lines ;

This fatal immortality accurs'd

Has been the death of all my choicest wines —
The plague take ev'ry hand that dares to print !

Wbat, think'et thou, are my thanks ? A scornful hinfc.

A gesture or a rude and vulgar sneer. —

Dost guess the meaning ? Oh, 'tis veiy clear !

Tliat any woman, who is such a jewel,

ShoiUd be possesf-'d by such a clown, seems cruel !

The spring-time pomos. O'er meadow and o'er jjlain
Nature now throws her cai-pet, many-hued ;

The Howers are clothed in smiling green again —
Sweet sings th^" lark, with life teems ev'ry wood.


To her no joy does spring impart,
The songstress of the feelings blest of love,
The -vntness of our sports — the beauteous grove, —

Appeal no longer to her heart.
The nightingales have never learn'd to read —

The. lilies never to admire.
The joyoTis choruses all creatures lead.

In her — au Epigram inspire !
But no ! — The season's fine for traveling —

How very crowded Pyrmont now must be !

And all in Carlsbad's praises, too, agree.

Presto, she's there ! — Amongst that honor'd ring,

Where lords and sages are combining, —
All lands of folk, in fact, of note.
Lovingly pair'd, as if in Charon's boat,

All at one board together diuiug ;
Where, from a distance thither lur'd,
The bleeding virtues of their wounds are cur'd,
And others — for temptation praying are.
That they may ward it off with more eclat.
There, Friend, — Oh, bless thy happier lot in life 1
Leaving me seven young Orphans, — goes my wife.

Oh, happy golden time of love's young day !

How soon, — alas, how soon thou'rt flown away I

A Woman, who no equal has, or had —

A very Goddess, in her graces clad.

With radiant spirit, with a mind clear-sighted,

And feehngs soft, to pity open wide, —
I saw her thus, while each heart she delighteclj

Like a fair May-day sporting by my side ;
Her beauteous eyes appear'd to falter

The blissful words : I love thee well !
And so I led her to the altar ;

My rapture then, oh, who could tell I
Of enviable years a blooming field

From out this mirror sweetly on me smil'd ;
A perfect heaven Avas then to me reveal'd.

Soon round me sported many a lovely child %
Amongst them all, the fairest She ;

Tlie happiest, She, amid the throng ;
And Mine by spirit-harmony.

By heart-alliance, lirm and strong.


But now, — Oh, may he be accurs'cl !— appear'J

A Groat Man, aye, a Shiniiif,' Si)irit, too.

The Great M iu\li<l a (ku-il !— and overthr<-^w
The house of c.irds that I tow'rd lioaven liad rear'd.
What have I now? — Wiiat sad exchange is tliis ! —
Awaken'd from my midd'uing ckeam of bhss,
What of th'is Angel now remains to me ?

A spirit strong within a body weak,

Hermaphroditic, bo to speak ;
Alike uniit for love or mystery —
A child, who Avith a giant's weapons rages,
A cross between Ijaboons and sages !
One that has Hed the fairer race,
To gain amorig the stronger a vain place,

Hurl'd headloag from a throne eternal.
Flying the mysteries by Charm controli'd —
Eras'd from Cytherea's B );)k of Gold,*

To gain a corner — in a Journal.


Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blest,

Radiant with sportive grae', ar,)und thee plays :
Yet 'tis not as depicted in thy breast —

Not as within tliy soul's fair glass, its rays
Are mirror'd. Tiie respecti'ul fealty
That my heart's nobleness hath won for thee,

The miracles thou workest ev'rywhere.

The charms thy being to this life lirst lent, —
To it, mere charms to reckon th )n'rt content,
I To lift, they seem humanity s ) fair.
The witchery sweet of ue'er-pjUuted youth.
The talisman of innocence and truth —

Him I would s.'e, who thcue to scorn can dare !
Thou revellest joyously in telling o'er

The blooming liowers tliat round thy path are
strown, —
The glad, whom thou hast made so evermore, —

The souls that tiiou hast eonquer'd for thine own.

* Tho (Joldon Book is tho Rill in which, in nome of the Italian
Republics, tho names of noble Families were iuscriUeJ.


In thy deceit so blissful be thou glad !
Ne'er let a waking disenchantment sad

Hurl thee despairing from thy dream's proud liigM !
Like the fair tlow'rets that thy beds perfume,
Observe them, but ne'er touch them as they bloom,—

Plant them, but only for the distant sight.
Created only to enchant the eye.
In faded beauty at thy feet they'll lie,

The nearer thee, the nearer their long night !


I SEE her still— by her fair train surrounded.
The fau-est of them all, she took her place ;

hl&v I stood, by her bright charms confounded,.
For, oh ! they dazzled with their heavenly grace.

With awe my soul was fill'd— with bliss unbounded.
While gazing on her softly radiant face ;

But soon, as if up-borne on wings of fire.

My fingers 'gau to sweep the sounding lyre.

The thoughts that rush'd across me in that hour.
The words I sang, I'd fain once more invoke ;

Within, I felt a new-awakened power.
That each emotion of my bosom spoke.

My soul, long time enchain'd in sloth's dull bower,
Through all its fetters now triumphant broke ;

And brought to light utiknowu, harmonious numbers.

Which, in its deepest depths, had liv'd in slumbers.

And when the chords had ceas'd their gentle sighing.
And when my soul rejoin'd its mortal frame,

I look'd upon her face and saw love vieing,
In ev'ry feature, with her maiden shame.

And soon my ravish'd heart seem'd heavenward flying,
Wlien her soft whisper o'er my senses came.

The blissful seraph's choral strains alone

Can glad mine ear again with that sweet tone.

to Einu. loi

Of that fond hcnrt, which pinln;^' flilenflv,
Ne'er ventures to express its focliuga lowly.

Tlie real and moJe&t worth is known to me —
'Gninst crnel fiite I'll guarJ its causo so holy.

Most blest of all, the meek one's lot shall be —
Love's flowers by love's owe hand are gathered
solely— •

The fairest'pri/e to that fond heart is due,

That feels it, and tUat- beats responsive too I

70 EMMA,

Far tiVfay.^ where darkness reigneth,
All my dream? of bliss are flown ;

Yet with love my gaze remaineth
Fixed on one fair star alone.

But, alas ! that star so bright

Sheds no lustre save by night.

If in slumbers ending never,

Gloomy death had seal'd thine eyes.

Thou hadst liv'd in memoiy ever —
Thou hadst liv'd still in my sighs ;

But, alas ! in light thou livest —

To my love no answer givest!

Can the sweet hopes love once cherisi^'d
Emma, can they transient prove?

What has pass'd away and jjerish'd-
Emma, say, can that bo love?

That bright "flame of heavenly birth —

Can it die like things of earth?


She sought to breathe one word, but vainly-

Too many listeners were nigh ;
And vet my timid glance read plainly
The language of her speaking eye.


Thy silent glades my footstep presses,
Thou fair and leaf-embosom'd grove I

Conceal "within thy green recesses
From mortal eye our sacred love !

Afar mth strange discordant noises,

The biTsy day is echoing ;
And, 'mid the hollo-w hum of voices,

I hear tiie heavy hammer ring.
'Tis thus that man, -with toil ne'er-ending.

Extorts from Heaven his daily bread ;
Yet oft unseea the Gods are sending

The gifts of fortune on his head !

Oh, let mankind discover never

How true love fills with bliss our hearts i
They would but crush our joy forever,

For joy to them no glov/ impai'ts.
Thou ne'er wilt from the world obtain it-

'Tis never captured save as prey ;
Thou needs must strain each nerve to gain it,

E'er Envy dark asserts her sway.

The hours of night and stillness loving,

It comes upon us silently —
Away with hasty footstep moving

Soon as it sees a treach'rous eye.
Thou gentle stream, soft circlets weaving,

A wat'ry barrier cast around.
And, with thy waves in anger heaving.

Guard from each foe this holy ground I


Hear I the portal not flying ?

Hear I the latchet not fall ?
No, 'tis but the Zophja* sighing
Gently through the poplars taU.

Put on thy fairest drc^, thou leafy grove,

To welcome her sweet face its charms displaying!

Ye branches weave a shady roof above,

When she, at eve's soft hour, is hither straying 1


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