Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-08-24
SELECTED POETRY.
Prom Rnor's :" Songs of Israel"
MORTALITY.

HASH VI TIE iiSntuihS, q O!eak vi Inc wave
tie passes from life to his rest in the grave.
The leaves Of the oak and the willow shall! fade,
Be scattered AROUND. and together be laid;
And the young and the old and the low aud the
high.
Shal! moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Tie child that mother attended and loved,
The mother that infants affection that proved,
The husband that mother and infant that blest,
Each-all are away to their dwelling of rest.
rhe maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in
whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure-her triumphs are
by;
And the memory of those that loved her and
praised,
Are alike from the minds Of the living erased.
The hand of the King that the sceptre hath
borne;
The brow OF the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths Of the grave.
The peasant whose lot was to SOW and to reap,
The herdsman who climbed with his goats to the
steep,
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Have faded away like the grass that we tread
The saint that enjoyed the communion of hcave II,
The sinner that dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.
So the multitude goes-ike the flower and the
weed,
Tn, thora way IN LOT othars Snccpad.
So the multitude comes-even those We behold,
To repeat every tale that hath often been told.
For we are the same ,hiass that our fathers have
been,
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen,
We drink the same stream, and we feel the same
And we run the same course that our fathers have
run.
The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would
think,
From the death we are shrinking from, they too
would shrink,
10 The life we are cinging to, they too would
But II speeds from the earth like bird Oh the
wing.
They luved--but their story we cannot unfold,
They scorued-but the heart of the naughty is
cold,
They greved-but nc wall from their slumbers
may come,
They joyed-but the voice Of their sladness is
dumb.
They died-ay,th they died! and We things that are
NOV.
VIVA walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
Who make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the changes they met OH their pilgrimage
road.
Yea; hope and dependence. and pleasure and
pain,
Are mwaed together IN sunshine aud rain:
And the smile and the tear, and the sot. and
the dire,
Still follow each other like surge upon surge
'ris the wink Of an eye,-'tis the drausht Of
breath,
From the blussom Of health to the paleness of
death,
From the elided saloon to the bier and the
shroud--
o why should the spirit Of mortal be proud!
Extract from the Countess Of Blessinston's,
Conversations with Lord Byron, just publish.
ed
Genoa. .4pr,l Isl, 1s23.-Saw Lord Byron for
the first time. The impression Of the first few
minutes disappointed me. as had, both from the
portraits and descriptions given, conceived dit
ferent idea Of him. had fancied him taller.
viii more disni6ed aud commanding air. and
looked IN vain for the hero-ooking sort OF per-
son with whom had so long identified him in
Imagination. His appearance is, however. high.
| ly prepossessing; his head is finely shaped; and
the forehead, open. high and noble; his eyes are
grey. apd full Of expression, but one Is visibly
larger than TIE other; the nose is large and well
shaped. but from be,ng little too thick, 1t looks
better In profile that n front face: his mouth i:
the most Remarkable feature in his face, the up
per lip OF Grecian shortness, and the corners de
scendins; the lips fun, aud finely cut. In speak
ins, he shows his teeth very much. and they are
white and even; but observed that even in hi
smile-and he smiles frequently --there is some
thing Of sccrnful expression in his mouth tha