Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-06-18
, Original Poetry.


Does not become your manly brow;
What Wild fantastic, monkish OWL
Whose taste would make she wolf howl
sWho slumb'ring long, forgotten now,
Fer thought of such an awful hood,
To shield the noble and the good a.
Look, what habit Why the sight
Spreads gloomy fancies DER my brain;
III should meet you after night,
(The very thought Is vivid pain,)
In some secluded lonely place,
Where sprights have measur'd face to face.
The ghosts Of men, I'm sure should.
As most Of maidens doubtless would.
if nothing else, with horror faint
Or call on ev'ry noted saint
70 nerve me forso vile sight
Az yours would likely be to night
Then who would ever wisely think
That one so gay and lovely too,
Could at the monkish fountain drink
Tho inspiration of the dew,
That falling blights the sense-the soul,
And o'er each noble impulse roll.
But now methinks brighter CLEAN
spreading o'or your fancy's dream,
II Sheds In fact, glimm'ring ray
ofAght across your future way.
And gliding many hope and fear,
And curbing many gushing tear,
will one day, DER your prospects smile,
While lova shall many an hour beguile
You from that rocky eminence,
Where many doubt and dark suspence
Have held your mind in misty gloom,
More subtle than tho treach'rous tomb"
II.
SThere Ia a witch'ry In your eye,
A spell upon your artless tongue,
4 dagger's point In ev'ry sight,
Nor man, nor saint has ever sung,
The accent soft or e'er 30 sweet,
That now my wilder senses greet
But still, a chain binds fast my heart
JInto the church love so WE'LL
cannot burst its links apart,
Or DER the thought moment dwell.
Except when your are by my side,
When all my thoughts flow down the tide
on passion. Then the world Is fair
It's lovely objects charm my sight,
And many q thing exceeding rare
Before my fancy hiokers light
Replied our hero In o style
That did not of the order seem
But he forsooth, was all tho while
Govern'd by what soine call dream.
Perhaps II might have been magnetic.
Certain twas quite sympathetic,
And not less pleasing from the name,
For he indeed was certain game,
Who ia the tolls was firm and fast,
A battling hero to the last.
XII.
!sAlfonso see, the midnight shades
Have wrapt in gloom the spreading glades
All things in silence soft repose,
Nor friends around, nor distant foes,
Upon our privacy intrude,
For we alone In happiest mood
Can pass transient hour away
In converse holy, while old Time
May frown or smile with pleasure gay
For he is young az in his prime,
And we of warm and youthful fire,
Whose spirits gay to love andaspire
May bare that tendril of the heart,
Which fairly twined can never part"
XIII.
A frown was on Alfonso's brow
His eye was widely piercing bright
His thoughts were running on his VOW,
Which did not ft his conscience light.
Obi human nature, what 30 frail,
Or even half 80 frail as thou
There is a time when reasons pale
EnoiToles no ennobling shrine,
Where virtues worship, or divine,
The difrrent thoughts that govern men;
In ev'ry life there Is time,
Such as none would return agen;
II Is the natal hour of crime,
When weakness bends the supple will
Before enticement's double Skill
This was our hero's fatal hour
This was the moment when the mind
wrestles with more than human power,
Its own equilibrium to find.
Il brooks not what the effort be,
Temptation mostly leads the van
And wise above the world is he
Who proves himself an honest man.
XIV.
Papeta. bending o'er his form,
Which on sofa half reclined,
Beheld the wild black brooding storm
That seemed to jeopardize his mind. :
True to the instincts other art
For she was Rgypt's cutest child
Who knew the secrets of the heart
She DER her leaning lover smiled
and from her eyes the lightning spoke
The eloquence OF widest love;
Nor from her tongue one accent broke
The silence Of the night above.
The language of the tongueless eye
Can melt the hardest heart Of stone
Nor pow'r above, nor meath the sky,
But bends before Its might alone.
She gpzed--it was the serpent's spell
That wrapt the soul in Heavily bliss,
Who knows what pleasures rose and fell,
And several other things amss,
To those who seek the light-the life,
That lies beyond this world of strife!
XIV.