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Another instance, yet,
Good comrades I can show;
The water-carrier go.
His troubles to decline :
Of water while I sing,
I'm thirsty with my task:
A bumper from the cask.
Repeat this strain of mine,
THE WATER FAY.
Another of HEINRICH HEINE's wild imaginings.
The night comes stealing o'er me,
And clouds are on the sea;
With a mystical melody.
A water-maid rose singing
Before me fair and pale; And snow-white breasts were springing
Like fountains, 'neath her veil. She kissed me and she pressed me,
Till I wished her arms away : Why hast thou so caressed me, Thou lovely Water Fay ?”
“Oh thou need'st not alarm thee,
That thus thy form I hold; For I only seek to warm me,
And the night is black and cold."
“The wind to the waves is calling,
The moonlight is fading away;
Thou beautiful Water Fay!"
And the moonlight grows dim on the rocks; But no tears from mine eyes are falling,
'Tis the water which drips from my locks." “The ocean is heaving and sobbing,
The sea-mews scream in the spray ; And thy heart is wildly throbbing,
Thou beautiful Water Fay!" “My heart is wildly swelling,
And it beats in burning truth : For I love thee, past all telling
Thou beautiful mortal youth!”
ADVERTISEMENT OF A DAY LOST.
By Mrs. SIGOURNEY.
Lost! lost! lost!
of countless price,
And graved in Paradise ;
Large diamonds, clear and bright,
All changeful as the light.
In fashion's mazes wind,
Leaving a sting behind ;
A golden harp to buy,
To deathless minstrelsy.
Lost! lost! lost!
I feel all search is vain;
Can ne'er be mine again ;
For these heart strings sever,
Is reft away for ever.
But when the sea and land
Like burning scroll have fled,
Who judgeth quick and dead;
That man can ne'er repair,
What shall it answer there?
LOVE MADE BY A LADY.
A scene of exquisite grace, tenderness, and refinement, and abounding in poetry, from BEAUMONT and FLETCHER's play of Philaster.
Arethusa, the daughter of the reigning King of Sicily, makes honour. able love to Philaster, the rightful heir to the Crown.
ARETHUSA and one of her Ladies.
Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me
Are. But didst thou tell me so ?
Lady. Why, well.
Lady. Fear, madam! sure he knows not what it is.
Are. You all are of his faction; the whole court
Lady. Methought his looks hid more of love than fear.
Are. Of love? to whom ? to you ?Did
you deliver those plain words I sent, With such a winning gesture and quick look, That you have caught him ?
Lady. Madam, I mean to you.
Are. Of love to me? alas ! thy ignorance
Lady. Madam, I think I hear him,
Are. Bring him in.-
Enter PHILASTER. Lady. Here is my lord Philaster.
Are. Oh! 'tis well. Withdraw yourself.
Philaster. Madam, your messenger Made me
wish'd to speak with me.
Are. Why, then, should you, in such a public place, Injure a princess, and a scandal lay Upon my fortunes, famed to be so great ; Calling a great part of my dowry in question ?
Phi. Madam, this truth which I shall speak, will be
Are. Philaster, know,
Phi. Madam! Both ?
Phi. I would do much to save that noble life;
Are. Nay then, hear!
Phi. What more?
Are. Or lose that little life the gods prepared
Phi. Madam, what more ?
Phi. I cannot endure it. Turn away my face?
Are. Yet, for my sake, a little bend thy looks.