Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-08-15


beg leave TO dedicate to them the efiision
which, without more ado, we now copy:
STANZAS. D.
UGiiea after .Nasqterdde BaH.
"' Within tie heart It's still;
Sleep each wild thonsht encage',
Now stirs a wicked will,
Would see how madnoss RACES.
l&And cries, Wild SPIRIT awake.
Loud cymbals catch the cry
Aud back is echoes shake;
An! shouting peals of laughter,
The trumpet rushes after,
And cnes, Ma SPIRIT, awake.
Amids; them iluie-toues hy;
Like arrows, keen and nuniOerless;
And with bloodhound yell
Yipes the onset swell,
And voins and violoncellos,
Creaking, Gathering,
ShrieKing, shat:erins;'
Bad horns whence thunder bellows;
To leave the victim slunberless,
Ani dag forth prsoned'madne>s,
Ani cruelty murder all quiet aud innocent glad
aess.
What will be the end of this commotion'
Where the shore to lhis turmoIllng ocean:
What seeks the tossing thrUisg,
y
On, on the lustres
Like hell-stars ticker;
i,et u. twlne ia closer clusters.
On. on. ever thicker and quIeter
Now the silly things throb, throb amain.
Hence. all quiet!
I1ther, riot.
Peal more proudly,
s'iueai more loudly,
Ne cym5als, ye trumpots. tie duh all pain,
I'm /, laugh again.
Thou bockoucst to me, beauty's Daughter,
Smiles ripple DER thy lips,
Aud o'er thine eyes blue water;
O let NE breathe on thee,
Ere partel hence we flee,
Ere ought that light eclipse.
know that beauty's flowers soon withor;
Those lips, within whose rosy cells
Thy spirit MARBLES its sweet spells,
Dcatll's clammy kiss ere long will press to-
gether.
know, that face so fair and full
Is but incorporating skull!
Bat hal 10 thee, skull. % fair and so fresh;
Why should weep and whine and wa l,
That what blooms nov must soon grow
pale;
That worms must feed on that sweet hesl?
let me laugh but to-day and Tomorrow,
And | care not Tor sorrow
While thus on the waves of the dance by each
other we sail.
Now thou art mine
And am thine:
Aud what no pain and sorrow wait
To seize thee at the gate,
And sob and tear and groan and sigh
Stand ranged in state,
On thee 70 ny;
6itheiy let US look and cheerily
On death, that grins so drearily.
What would griei with us, or anguish.
They are foes that we know hcw to vapquish,
press shine answering fingers,
Thy look upon me lin GERS,
Or the fringe OF thy garment will wait me
kiss
Thou ROLES; on in light;
fall back Into night,
Even despair is bliss.
From this delight,
From this will laughter surge,
Pcrcbsnce there may emerge.
Foul Jealousy and scorn and spite!
But this is our glory and pride!
When tl.ee despise,
turn bat mine eyes,
And the fair one beside thee will welcome my
gaze:
hnu she Is my pTiue,
AOh, happy, happy days!
Or shall it be her neighbour,
Whose eyes like sabre
Flash aud pierce,
The glance Is 80 iierce'
Thus oaporne and prancng
All together 20 dancing
Alown lite's gidiy cave;
Nor living, nor loving,
But aizzily rowing
Through dreams TO grave.
There below It's yet worse;
ItjAowers aud iis clay,
Roofa glOorii,r day.
Hide hell deeper curse.
Ring. then, ye cytnhal., enliven this dream.
Ye horns ehout fercer, more vulture-lIks
scream
And JUMP, capnr, leap. prance. dance yourselve
out ui BREATH
For your life Is all art,
..ove has given you ~ heart.
Therefore shpi til ye plunge into bottomles
DEATH
TIE WKEArH OF LOVE.
A very pretty eflnsion, originally made il
appearance in the Hartford Times, from whic
paper we extract it. II is certainly credtabl
10 the talents OF the writer, as well as 10 th
paper.
A fond adieu--for soon we part,
Nor e'er perhaps to meet again;
But every morn will tell my heart,
Thy friendship warmd II not IN vain;