And she in turn would gaze on him,
(Her blue eye with Joy's dew-drop dim,)
And that which was before ideal
Seemed glowing, living, and all real,
In that beloved one combining

The spells of fiction-charms of truth-
Could she but worship him thus shining
Peerless in beauty and warm youth!
The deepest bliss is soonest o'er,
And oft when gone returns no more;
The brightest joys are early lost,
The truest love is easiest crost:
And there are pangs for Leoline-

And there are thoughts which make him pine; And why 'tis so let love divine;

And if not love, by jealousy

The question will well answered be!
They had been happy-theirs was not
The hapless and unenvied lot
To have some cold and cruel eye
Still watching them-still prone to pry
Into love's hallowed mystery:
For he was lord of his own will,
And she (the boon is often ill)
Had gained her freedom by the death
Of all she loved, except a brother,

Who, through dark deeds of wrong and scathe,
Had left her home to seek another.

Little from Leoline had she kept;
But this one secret hidden,
Belonged to him for whom she wept-
To tell it was forbidden.

And he from wandering is come,
And may not seek his early home;:
But when the friendly shades of night
Conceal them from Detection's sight,
The brother and kind sister meet,

(For still her heart to him is true)
To hold communion passing sweet,
But fleeting and perturbed too.
The lover marks her spirits fail,
Sees on her cheek a deadly pale,

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Racks him with torture and despair
He listens-" I will brave it all
To save thee from that direful fall!
Dear one! my life, my all is thine
(What words were these for Leoline!
And yet his torn heart does not break.)
More tones of fondness-can it be-
Does he hear Juliana speak?
Whence is this frightful mystery
Is it a dream, or does he see
These horrors in reality?

The stranger kisses her fair cheek,
And clasps her to his grateful breast;
May Leoline look on the rest?
His steel is bared-" at once depart,"
Whispered a feeling in his heart;
But wounded pride that feeling crushed,

And all Remorse's dictates hushed.

And louder kisses made him start.-
"Possessed of thee, life still is dear!"
The wretched wanderer cried;
"Possessed of her! I end it here!"
Wild Leoline replied.

And his ready steel at once was dyed
In the blood of his maiden's brother,
For, alas, it was no other!

The victim died without a word,

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Of darkened soul of blanched cheek-
And heart that should, but would not, break!
What 'vails of Leoline to tell,

How moodily he loved to dwell;
Or of the phantom shapes that filled,
And haunted his weak mind;
Of fearful whispers never stilled,
That phrenzy's ear will find:
For all are in these words implied-
Sadly he lived, and sadly died.

POVERTY.

'TIS Poverty! dost startle at the name? Sounds it so very dreadful in thine ear, That its effects are made so visible?

ear,

And o'er that frame, which but a moment past,
(In youthful vigour confident and firm)
Stood like an Atlas 'gainst the storms of fate,
And seemed to court the dangers now it shuns?
Sounds it, I say, so dreadful in thine
That o'er thy frame such chilling langours creep,
Freezing the genial current of thy soul,
And binding fast thy youthful energies
In adamantine chains of chilly horror?
Oh what, Alonzo, in that name can shake
Thy hitherto untamed, undaunted soul!
Oft has thy youth, with firm and fearless step,
And spirit unsubdued, wandered amidst
Wastes dreary, vast, unpeopled, and impure;
Suffering the parching heats of tropic climes,
And braving all the storms of frigid zones.
But 'twas thy pride, Alonzo! love of fame!
Th' applauses of the world that led thee on;
And while fair fortune smiled on thee propitious,
And cast a ray of lustre o'er thy deeds;
While an admiring, but a dazzled world,
Followed thy steps applauding, you pushed on,
And risked your health, nay, life, for its applause;
Applause, not meeded thee for thy great deeds,
So much, as they were deeds performed by thee!
Yes, thee, Alonzo! who stand'st trembling now,

leaf, by Boreas shaken,
At the mere mention of the name of what?
Of Poverty! where is the spirit now

That dared the storm, and laughed at danger's form,
In all her various shapes? Cowed-sunk to nothing!

Fled! base once at Poverty's approach!

And thou! more than man, in man's esteem,
Hast sunk-sad fate---beneath their common lot.
Fled, with thy wealth, Alonzo, are thy friends,
And not one's left to promulgate thy praise:
The world hears not of thee! applauds thee not!
And 'neath this sad eclipse thy spirit sinks! HTM
Arouse, Alonzo, and dispell this gloom!
Thy noble spirit, like the glorious sun,

I long to see, break in its splendour, through.
The mist which now envelops thy great mind;
Like vapours circling on the mountain's brow,
Concealing all that's lovely from our sight! [men,
Thou shouldst have known all this---have known that
Who, basking in the sunshine, praised thy faults,
As they were virtues,-when misfortunes came,
Not only would thy faults neglect to praise,
But e'en thy virtues, would forget to sing:
Come, having acted well for mere applause,
Arouse, and now act well for virtue's sake;
Pursue thy course unnoticed and unknown,
And shew thyself superior to thy fate!

Who would not pride himself in acting well,
If conscious that the world was looking on?
More noble far, the Man, whose better fate,
Adds to his poverty, thy sting neglect,
Yet careless of the world, as it of him,
Bears nobly up, against misfortune's frown,
And acts the bero's part where none applauds.
Perchance insulted for such deeds performed,
As would the wealthy elevate to gods! w be
One bliss he has within this bitter cup,
And, in a conscience clear, enjoys a host.

J.Arliss, Printer, London.

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