The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1838-01-16 00:00:00

bIOONIJIGH I' FANCIES.

( From the Athenremn.)
Look, look at the dim
Gold-tinted rim
That lon purple cloud doth crest!
'Tis the herald light
Of the Bride of Night

About to arise from ber rest,
And be to her dark-titow'il lover's breast.
Her fair train of .itars, in their sily'ry array.
Are out, and awaitinz their liookiige to pay—
'hen, why does the bright one her coining delay?

Thou lovely Moon, hail!
See, the purple veil
She throws off from her golden head;
What a magic sheen
anh her smile serene
O'er the heavens about her shed,
And the world of waters beneath her spread !
-Like Love's blessed presence, where'er it is found,
Her beamv and dreamy glance turns all around
To scenes of enchantmeut—to fairy-like ground.

Now, now to the sight,
'Tis a column of light,
That towers from sea to sky,
With its cloudy top crown'd
By the radient round
Of the full golden orb on high!
A diamond column, d .zzling the eye;
Circled by fountains that evermore ti mw,
With a tremaloui motion around. to awl fro,
Rippling and dancing with a sound clear and low.

Grown older, it seems
A pathway of beams,
Just made for the spirits of air
To skim with their feet,
printless and fleet-
0, would thou and I, love, were there.
For it would not be bliss without THEE to share!
0 with thee to 4u it,
In a lonely boat !
What a joy it would be, through the night so to glide
O'er the luminous track of yon moonlit tide,
With THY voice in mine ear—THY form by my side !

Sure, that is not the gush
Of the billows' rush !
'Tis the roll of the Ocean-king's car,
As he whirls through the sea,
Aud shouts in his glee,
And tosses the white fiatn afar!
No! these are not spark!es of spoon or star!
They're-the eyes of the ocean nymphs bright'ning the waves,
As they look up and smile from the cool sea-green cases,
Where their young blooming charms the fresh spray ever lives.

Oh, the soothing balm!
The delicious calm!
The visions on visions piled!
The heart's sweet repose
That, while slumbering, glows
Like the cheek of a sleeping child!
Talk of the sunlight! give me the mild,
The beautiful Y 4 ion, with her waking. dreams !
Give M the soft, sh idowv spiendimr that teems
With its own aryl with Fancy's moonlight g:eams!

THE HUMAN FRAME LIKENED TO A HOUSE.
[By the celelirated old English Doe', Franck Q 14rIes, 'some
tine secretary to Archhisoop Uthor, in Ir.-laud, and subse-
quently chroiiologer to the eny Loudon.]

Man's body's like a house: his greater bones
Are the main timber: and the lesser ones
Are smaller joints; his ribs are laths daubed o'er
Plastered wilh flesh and blood: his mouth's the door;
His throats the narrow entry, and hiS heart
Is the great chamber full of curious art.
His inkriff is us large partition. wall
'Twist the great chamber and the spacious hall;
His stomach is the kitchen, where the meat
Is often put half scud for want of hear.
His spleen's a vessel Nature sloth allot
To take the scam that rises from the pot;
His lungs are like the bellows that respire,
In every (Are, quickening every fire ;
His nose the ehiaprev is, whereby are vented
Such fumes as with the bellows are augmented;
His hovels are the sulk, whose p trt's to ,stain
All noisome filth, and keep the kitchen clean ;
His eves are crvstsl viimlows, clear and bright,
Let in the object, and let out the sight;
Anil as the timber is, or great or small,
Or strong or weak. 't is strut to s'aml or fall.