Sore figh'd the charm'd fword, for its virtue was o'er,
It fprung from his grafp, and was never seen more;
But true men have faid, that the lightning's red wing
Did waft back the brand to the dread Fire-King.

He clench'd his fet teeth, and his gauntletted hand,
He ftretch'd with one buffet that page on the ftrand;
As back from the strippling the broken cafque roll'd,
You might fee the blue eyes, and the ringlets of gold!

Short time had Count Albert in horror to ftare

On thofe death-fwimming eye-balls and blood-clotted hair,
For down came the Templars, like Cedron in flood,
And dyed their long lances in Saracen blood.

The Saracens, Curdmans, and Ifhmaelites yield
To the fcallop, the faltier, and crofletted fhield,
And the eagles were gorged with the infidel dead
From Bethfaida's fountains to Naphthali's head.

The battle is over on Bethfaida's plain-
Oh! who is yon Paynim lies ftretch'd mid the flain?
And who is yon page lying cold at his knee?
Oh! who but Count Albert and fair Rofalie.

The lady was buried in Salem's blefs'd bound,
The Count he was left to the vulture and hound:

Her

Her foul to high mercy our Lady did bring,
His went on the blaft to the dread Fire-King.

Yet many a minstrel in harping can tell

How the Red-crofs it conquer'd, the Crescent it fell;
And lords and gay ladies have figh'd, mid their glee,
At the Tale of Count Albert and fair Rofalie.

No.

« ADJECTIVES HAVE BUT THREE DEGREES OF COMPARISON, THE POSITIVE, ICOMPARATIVE AND SUPERLATIVE."

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WHY how now, Sir Pilgrim? why fhake you with dread? Why brave you the winds of night, cutting and cold?

Full warm was your chamber, full foft was your bed, And scarce by the caftle-bell twelve has been toll'd. 32. 1 Juod von be

"Oh! hear you not, Warder, with anxious difmay, "How rages the tempeft, how patters the rain? "While loud howls the whirlwind, and threatens, ere day, "To ftrow these old turrets in heaps on the plain !".

Now calm thee, Sir Pilgrim! thy fears to remove,

Know, yearly, this morning is deftin'd to bring
Such ftorms, which declare that refentment and love
Still gnaw the proud heart of the cruel Cloud-King,

One morning, as borne on the wings of the blaft,
The fiend over Denmark directed his flight,
A glance upon Rofenhall's turrets he cast,

And gazed on its lady with wanton delight:

Yet proud was her eye, and her cheek flush'd with rage,
Her lips with difdain and reproaches were fraught;
And lo! at her feet knelt a lovely young page,
And thus in foft accents compaffion befought.

"O drive not, dear beauty, a wretch to despair, "Whofe fault is fo venial, a fault if it be ;

"For who could have eyes, and not fee thou art fair? "Or who have an heart, and not give it to thee?

"I own I adore you! I own you have been

"Long the dream of my night, long the thought of my

day;

"But no hope had my heart that its idolized queen “Would ever with paffion my paffion repay.

"When infects delight in the blaze of the fun, "They harbour no wish in his glory to share :

"When

"When kneels at the cross of her Saviour the nun, "He scorns not the praises fhe breathes in her prayer.

When the pilgrim repairs to St. Hermegild's shrine, "And claims of her relics a kifs as his fee,

"His paffion is humble, is pure, is divine,

"And fuch is the paffion I cherish for thee !"—

"Rash youth! how prefumeft thou with infolent love," Thus answered the lady, "her ears to profane, "Whom the monarchs of Norway and Jutland, to move "Their paffion to pity attempted in vain?

"Fly, fly from my fight, to fome far distant land !

"That wretch must not breathe, where Romilda refides, "Whose lips, while fhe flept, stole a kiss from that hand, "No mortal is worthy to press as a bride's.

"Nor e'er will I wed till fome prince of the air,
"His heart at the throne of my beauty fhall lay,

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And the two first commands which I give him, shall

fwear,

(Though hard fhould the task be enjoin'd) to obey.”

She faid.-Straight the caflle of Rofenhall rocks

With an earthquake, and thunders announce the CloudKing.

A crown of red lightnings confined his fair locks,

And high o'er each arm waved an huge fable wing.

His