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" "I've spun a piece of hempen cloth,
And I want to spin another, -
And an apron for her mother!'
“And with that I could not help but laugh,
And I laughed out loud and free;
There was no one left but me.
“ And all on the top of the Caldon-Low
That round about me lay.
“But as I came down from the hill-top,
I heard, afar below,
And how merry the wheel did go.
“And I peeped into the widow's field,
And, sure enough, were seen
All standing stiff and green.
“ And down by the weaver's croft I stole,
To see if the flax were high ;
With the good news in his eye!
“Now, this is all I heard, mother,
And all that I did see;
For I'm tired as I can be !”
Rev. HENRY HART MILMAN. 1791-, Mr. Milman is the author of a History of the Jews, and of several dra
poems, among which are The Fall of Jerusalem, The Martyr of
Antioch, and Belshazzar. Samor, the Lord of the Bright_City, is an epic, in twelve books. This author has held the office of Professor of Poetry, at Oxford.
SUMMONS OF THE DESTROYING ANGEL TO THE CITY
The hour is come! the hour is come! With voice
But silent as thy billows used to flow,
Not guided by the treacherous, injured sons
Come on! the gates
FELICIA HEMANS. 1793-1835. Felicia Dorothea Browne was born in Liverpool, but passed her childhood amid the wild mountainous scenery of Wales, where she imbibed that love of nature which is seen in all her works. Before she was thirteen
age, a volume of her poems was published. At the age of ninetcen, she was married to Captain Hemans; but after living together unhappily for six years, he went to Italy for his health, and they never met again. Mrs. Hemans continued to reside with her mother and sister, in Wales, devoting her time to literature, and the education of her five sons, to whom she was fondly attached. On the death of her mother, she lived some time near Liverpool, but finally went to reside with a brother at Dublin, where her life was closed. Within the last few years of her life, she visited Walter Scott and Wordsworth at their own homes. Her works are too well known to need further remark here.
FROM THE SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
[Scene between Gonzalez, Elmina and Ximena.}
Gonzalez. They on whose lives a fearful price is set,
Elm. That look saith more! Thou canst not mean
Gon. I do! Why dwells there not
Ximena. O! look up !
Elm. Whose knell was in the breeze ? -
not theirs !
Gon. Hope but in Him
; It rests with Him.
Elm. Thou canst not tell me this!
Gon. If there have been
Elm. Then their doom is sealed! Thou wilt not save thy children!
Gon. Hast thou cause, Wife of my youth! to deem it lies within The bounds of possible things, that I should link My name to that word — traitor ? They that sleep On their proud battle-fields, thy sires and mine, Died not for this!
Elm. O, cold and hard of heart! Thou shouldst be born for empire, since thy soul Thus lightly from all human bonds can free Its haughty flight! - Men! men! too much is yours Of vantage, ye that with a sound, a breath, A shadow, thus can fill the desolate space Of rooted up affections, o'er whose void Our young hearts must wither! So it is Dominion must be won! Nay, leave me not My heart is bursting, and I must be heard ! Heaven hath given power to mortal agony, As to the elements in their hour of might, And mastery o'er creation! Who shall dare To mock that fearful strength ? I must be heard ! Give me my sons !
Gon. That they may live to hide, With covering hands, the indignant flush of shame On their young brows, when men shall speak of him They called their father! — Was the oath, whereby, On the altar of my faith, I bound myself, With an unswerving spirit to maintain This free and Christian city for my God, And for my king, a writing traced in sand, That passionate tears should wash it from the earth, Or e'en the life-drops of a bleeding heart Efface it, as a billow sweeps away The last light vesel's wake ?
Then never more Let man's deep vows be trusted! — though enforced By all the appeals of high remembrances, And silent claims o' the sepulchres wherein