Piney Woods planter. (Liberty, Mi. [i.e. Miss.]) 1838-1840, 1839-08-31

From the Persian.
MUSIC AND POETRY.

From the Persian.
MUSIC AND POETRY.
GAEL.
The Musician.
Are not music's charms above
All she poets pen can telIf
Without words il speaks Of loye,-
All! can language speak as wsll!--
Masic like the zephyr's sigh,
Sweeps along with joy elate;
But on thoughtful poetry
Toll and anxious care await.
The Poet.
Never yet did poet dream
Melody Of little worth;
But her powerare in esteem
For the thoughts that given them birth.
Should the lover find no words
All his fondncss to express,
When he strikes the yielding chords
Can the fair his meaning guessl
But the poet skilled to say
And he feels in words of FIRE,
Bears the precious prize away
While the strings his songs inspire.
Music Is the casket rare
Bridalrpiendor may provide;
Poetry, UNDECIDED but fair.
Is herself the lovely bride
GAEL.
Night sees me PROSTATE at your door,
To cheerful day my grief is known;
Oh, fairest, scorn this heart no more,
So long, so tendcrly, your ownl
We met, and since that fatal day
Awholc existence seemed to pass away
Although TO perish be my doom,
Ny love will still survive the same;
Though this frail form should dust become,
Yet all my heart would still BIO flame.
Worn out with care, the cage sought
Whose skill would many ills subdue;
told what days of anxious thought,
What nights OF sleepless grief knew;
And when he heard my thus complain,
He found twas love that caused my pain.
"begona, he said, ''and seek the spot
Where shS resides so fondly dear;
Tell her the misery Of thy lot,
And pour thy sorrows in her ear.
The only remedy is this
From her bright lips to gain kiss!''
went--I saw the gentle maid,
And dared the fatal words to speak.
She heard. half angry half afraid,
While blushes stained her tulip-chcek,
"Who art thou, Plaintiye youth, ana why
Coni'st thou 70 ask my clcmency1
''onnnmbered slaves are mine, know;
cannot count the scrvile train,
And ~ my path, whsrc'er go.
Scarce noticed liz the heaps of slain;
INT what art thou, SO sore dstrossed,-
More worth my care than all the rest."
'One," replied, alike Medlnoon, lost,
Within whose heart no hopc abides;
In every wish my fortune crossed,
With whom unpitied wo resides.
A victim by thy beauty won,--
The truest and the most undone."
She smilcd-shc paused--thcn blnshing said.
"Dost thou indeed SO truly love7
DO comforted, -'twere i'll repaid,
Should | thy tenderness reprove;
Let pensive Khosru sigh no more,
This kiss shall all his soul rcstore''
GAEL.
Thou fair one, whose narcissuseyes,
3right with loves sacred mysteries,
The very gods themselves inspire
Who shamost the praises Of my Tyre;
Thou hast the peri's form and grace
All. tell me, art thou Of their race?
I cannot be that common earth
Has given such rare perfection birth.
TO roam in many lands was mine,
worshiPpcr at Beauty's shrine
icr wondrous power DER all knew
Have tried and felt what love can de-;
But never learned before to bow
It's more than beauty charms mo now.
Tis Khosru pleads--in iaercy hear.
Khosru, whose numbers some hold dear;
A Plainliye stranger at thy gate
Asks pity for his helpless stale;
Let not wretch in vain implore,
Nor sPurn the stranger from the door!
ode.
Beauty makes not real WORTH
Inward goodness is the gem;
L the heart i'll weeds bring forth,
Vain is beauty's diadem.
Tis like words. debased and vile,,
Painted in the richess style
Which the artists skin can trace
But still worthless, vile. and base.
Exponent Extraordinary. GIou.
ster Telegraph says that the master oil
, WcrlxhCuse, in that town, who has
ie and two children, has eIOpcd with one
the female inmates Of the institution,
d made tracks for the South. He hadl
Ways borne On excellent character. and
e an undOubted one a,teh y n me-