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Was all that told of Torquil and his bride ;| And clapp'd her hands with joy at bis And but for this alone the whole might seem

surprise; The vanish'd phantom of a seaman's dream. Led him to where the rock appear'd to jut They paused and search'd in vain, then And form a something like a Triton's hut;

pull'd away,

For all was darkness for a space, till day Even superstition now forbade their stay. Through clefts above let in a sober'd ray; Some said he had not plunged into the wave, As in some old cathedral's glimmering aisle But vanish'd like a corpse-light from a grave; The dusty monuments from light recoil, Others, that something supernatural Thug sadly in their refuge submarine Glared in his figure, more than mortal tall; The vault drew half her shadow from the While all agreed, that in his cheek and eye There was the dead hue of eternity. Still as their oars receded from the crag, Forth from her bosom the young savage Round every weed a moment would they lag,

drew Expectant of some token of their prey ; But no-he had melted from them like the A plaintain-leaf o'er all, the more to keep

A pine-torch, strongly girded with gnatoo; spray.

Its latent sparkle from the sapping deep.

This mantle kept it dry; then from a nook And where was he,the Pilgrim of the deep, of the same plaintain-leaf a flint she took, Following the Nereid ? Had they ceased to A few shrunk wither'd twigs, and from the

blade weep For ever? or, received in coral caves,

Of Torquil's knife struck fire, and thus Wrung life and pity from the softening

array'd waves ?

The grot with torchlight. Wide it was and Did they with Ocean's hidden sovereigns

high, dwell,

And show'd a self-born Gothic canopy ; And sound with Mermen the fantastic shell? The arch upreard by Nature's architect, Did Neuha with the Mermaids comb her hair The architrave some earthquake might erect; Flowing o'er ocean as it stream'd in air? The buttress from some mountain's bosom Or had they perish'd, and in silence slept

hurld, Beneath the gulph wherein they boldly When the Poles crash'd and Water was the

World ; leap'd ?

Or harden'd from some earth-absorbing fire

While yet the globe reek'd from its funeral
Young Neuha plunged into the deep,and he

Follow'd : her track beneath her native sea The fretted pinnacle, the aisle, the nave,
Was as a native's of the element,

Were there, all scoop'd by Darkness from
So smoothly, bravely, brilliantly she went,

her Cave. Leaving a streak of light behind her heel, There, with a little tinge of Phantasy, Which struck and flash'd like an amphi- Fantastic faces moped and mowd on high,

bious steel.

And then a mitre or a shrine would fix
Closely, and scarcely less expert to trace The eye upon its seeming crucifix.
The depths where divers hold the pearl Thus Nature play'd with the Stalactites,

in chase,

And built herself a chapel of the Seas,
Torquil, the nursling of the northern seas,
Pursued her liquid steps with art and ease.
Deep - deeper for an instant Neuha led And Neuha took her Torquil by the hand,
The way — then upward soard — and, as And waved along the vault her kindled
she spread

Her arms, and flung the foam from off her And led him into each recess, and show'd


The secret places of their new abode. Laugh’d, and the sound was answer'd by Nor these alone, for all had been prepared

the rocks.

Before, to soothe the lover's lot she shared; They had gain'd a central realm of earth The mat for rest; for dress the fresh gnatoo,


And sandal-oil to fence against the dew; But look'd for tree, and field, and sky, in vain. For food tho cocoa-nut, the yam, the bread Around she pointed to a spacious cave, Born of the fruit; for board the plantain Whose only portal was the keyless wave;

spread (A hollow archway by the sun unseen, With its broad leaf,or turtle-shell which bore Save through the billows glassy veil of A banquet in the flesh it cover'd o'er;


The gourd with water recent from the rill, In some transparent ocean-holiday, The ripe banana from the mellow hill; When all the finny people are at play;) A pine-torch-pile to keep undying light, Wipod with her boir the brine from Tor-And she herself, as beautiful as Night,

quil's eyes, To fling her shadowy spirit o'er the scene,

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And make their subterranean world serene. The waves without sang round their couch, She had foreseen,since first the stranger's sail

their roar Drew to their isle, that force or fight As much unheeded as if life were o'er :

might fail, Within their hearts made all their harmony, And form'd a refage of the rocky den Love's broken murmurand more broken sigh. For Torquil's safety from his countrymen. Each dawn had wafted there her light canoe, Laden with all the golden fruits that grew; which left them exiles of the hollow rock,

And they, the cause and sharers of the shock Each eve had seen her gliding through the


Where were they? O’er the sea for life With all could cheer or deck their sparry To seek from Heaven the shelter men denied.

they plied, bower; And now she spread her little store with Another course had been their choice-but

where? smiles, The happiest daughter of the loving isles. The wave which bore them still, their foes

would bear.

Who, disappointed of their former chase, She, as he gazed with grateful wonder,

In search of Christian now renew'd their race. press'd

Eager with anger, their strong arins mado Her shelter'd love her impassion'd breast;

way, And, suited to her soft caresses, told

Like vultures baffled of their previous prey. An elden tale of Love,—for Love is old,

They gain’d upon them, all whose safety lay Old as Eternity, but not outworn

In some bleak crag or deeply-hidden bay: With each new being born or to be born: No further chance or choice remain'd; and How a young Chief, a thousand moons ago, For the first further rock which met their

right Diving for turtle in the depths below, Had risen, in tracking fast his ocean-prey. They steer'd, to take their latest view of land,

sight Into the cave which round and o'er them lay; And yield as victims, or die sword in hand; How, in some desperate fead of after-time, Dismiss’d the natives and their shallop, who He shelter'd there a daughter of the clime, Would still have battled for that scanty A foe beloved, and offspring of a foe, Saved by his tribe but for a captive's woe;

crew; How, when the storm of war was stilla, But Christiau bado them seek their shore he led

again, His island-clan to where the waters spread Nor add a sacrifice which were in vain ; Their deep green shadow o'er the rocky door, For what were simple bow and savage spear Then dived, it seem'd as if to rise no more? Against the arms which must be wielded

here? His wondering mates, amazed within their

bark, Ordeem'd him mad,or prey to the blue shark, They landed on a wild but narrow scene, Row'd round in sorrow the sea-girded rock, Where few but Nature's footsteps yet had Then paused upon their paddles from the

been; shock,

Prepared their arms, and with that gloomy When, fresh and springing from the deep,

eye, they saw Stern and sustain'd, of man's extremity, A Goddess rise-so deem'd they in their awe; When Hope is gone, nor Glory's self remains And their companion, glorious by her side, To cheer resistance against death or chains,Proud and exulting in his Mermaid-bride; They stood, the three, as the three hundred And how, when undeceived, the pair they

stood bore

Who dyed Thermopylæ with holy blood. With sounding conchs and joyous shouts But, ah! how different! 'tis the cause makes

to shore; How they had gladly loved and calmly died, Degrades or hallows courage in its fall. And why not also Torquil and his bride? O'er them no fame, eternal and intense, Not mine to tell the rapturous caress Blazed through the clouds of death and Which follow'd wildly that wild recess

beckon'd hence; This tale; enough that all within that cave No grateful country, smiling through her Was Love, though buried strong as in the

tears, grave

Begun the praises of a thousand years ; Where Abelard, through twenty years of No nation's eyes would on their tomb be bent,


No heroes envy them their monument; When Eloisa's form was lower'd beneath However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their nuptial vault, his arms outstretch'd, Their life was shame, their epitaph was and prest

guilt. The kindling ashes to his kindled breast. And this they knew and felt, at least the one,


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once more

The leader of the band he had undone 3 But by a thread, like sharks who have Who, born perchance for better things, had set

gorged the bait; His life upon a cast which linger'd yet: Yet to the very last they battled well, But now the die was to be thrown, and all And not a groan inform’d their foes who fell. The chances were in favour of his fall : Christian died last twice wounded ; and And such a fall! But still he faced the shock, Obdurate as a portion of the rock

Mercy was offer'd when they saw his gore; Whereon he stood,and fix'd his levell’d gun, Too late for life, but not too late to die, Dark as a sullen cloud before the sun. With though a hostile hand to close his eye.

A limb was broken, and he droop'd along

The crag, as doth a falcon reft of young. The boat drew nigh, well arm'd, and firm The sound revived him, or appear'd to wake

the crew

Some passion which a weakly gesture spake; To act whatever Duty bade them do; He beckon'd to the foremost who drew nigh, Careless of danger, as the onward Wind But, as they near’d, he rear'd his weapon ls of the leaves it strews, nor looks behind :

highAnd yet perhaps they rather wish'd to go His last ball had been aim'd, but from his Against a nation's than a native foe,

breast And felt that this poor victim of self-will, He tore the topmost button of his vest, Briton no more,had once been Britain's still. Down the tube dash'd it, levelled, fired, They hail'd him to surrender--no reply ;

and smiled Their arms were poised, and glittered in As his foe fell; then, like a serpent, coil'd

the sky,

His wounded, weary form, to where the steep They hail'd again - no answer; yet once more Look'd desperate as himself along the deep; They offered quarter louder than before. Cast one glance back, and clench'd his The echoes only, from the rock’s rebound,

hand, and shook Took their last farewell of the dying sound. His last rage 'gainst the earth which he Then flashed the flint, and blazed the vol

forsook; leying flame, Then plunged: the rock below received And the smoke rose between them and their

like glass aim,

His body crush'd into one gory mass, While the rock rattled with the bullets' With scarce a shred to tell of human form,


Or fragment for the sea-bird or the worm; Which peald in vain, and flatten'd as they A fair-haird scalp, besmear’d with blood fell;

and weeds, Then flew the only answer to be given Yet reek'd, the remnant of himself and deeds; By those who had lost all hope in earth or Some splinters of his weapons (to the last,


As long as hand could hold, he held them fast) After the first fierce peal, as they pulla Yet glitter'd, but at distance-hurld away


To rust beneath the dew and dashing spray. They heard the voice of Christian shout, The rest was nothing --save a life mis-spent,

"Now fire!" And soul - but who shall answer where it And ere the word upon the echo died,

Two fell; the rest assail'd the rock's rough 'Tis ours to bear, not judge the dead; and

And, furious at the madness of their foes, Who doom to hell,themselves are on the way,
Disdain'd all further efforts, save to close. Unless these bullies of eternal pains
But steep the crag, and all without a path, Are pardon'd their bad hearts for their
Each step opposed a bastion to their wrath;

worse brains. While, placed 'midst clefts the least acces

sible, Which Christian's eye was train’d to mark The deed was over! All were gone or ta'en,

full well,

The fugitive, the captive, or the slain. The three maintain'd a strife which must Chain'd on the deck, where once, a gallant not yield,

In spots where eagles might have chosen They stood with honour, were the wretched
to build.

Their every shot told;while the assailant fell, Survivors of the skirmish on the isle;
Dash'd on the shingles like the limpet shell; But the last rock left no surviving spoil.
But still enough survived, and mounted still, Cold lay they where they fell, and welter-
Scattering their numbers here and there,


While o'er them flapp'd the sea-birds' dewy Surrounded and commanded, though not nigh

wing, Enough for seizure, near enough to die, Now wheeling nearer from the neighThe desperate trio held aloof their fate

bouring surge,


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And screaming high their harsh and hungry Swam round the rock, to where a shallow dirge:

cleft But calm and careless heaved the wave Hid the canoe that Negha there had left


Drifting along the tide, without an oar, Eternal with unsympathetic flow;

That eve the strangers chased them from Far o'er its face the dolphins sported on,

the shore; And sprung the flying-fish against the sun, But when these vanish'd, she pursued her Till its dried wing relapsed from its brief

prow, height,

Regain'd, and urged to where they found To gather moisture for another flight.

it now: Nor ever did more Love and Joy embark,

Than now was wafted in that slender ark. 'Twas morn; and Neuha, who by dawn

of day Swam smoothly forth to catch the rising ray, Again their own shore rises on the view, And watch if aught approach'd the amphi- No more polluted with a hostile hue;

bious lair No sullen ship lay bristling o'er the foam, Where lay her lover, saw a sail in air: A floating dungeon: - all was Hope and Home! It flapp'd, it fill'd, and to the growing gale A thousand proas darted o'er the bay, Bent its broad arch: her breath began to fail With sounding shells, and heralded their With fluttering fear, her heart beat thick

way ; and high, The Chiefs came down, around the people While yet a doubt sprung where its course

pour’d, might lie: And welcomed Torquil as a son restored; But no! it came not; fast and far away The women throng'd, embracing and emThe shadow lessen'd as it clear'd the bay.

braced She gazed, and flung the sea-foam from By Neuha, asking where they had been

chased, To watch as for a rainbow in the skies. And how escaped ? The tale was told; and On the horizon verged the distant deck,

then Diminishid, dwindled to a very speck- One acclamation rent the sky again; Then vanish'd. All was ocean, all was joy! And from that hour a new tradition gave Down plunged she through the cave to Their sanctuary the name of "Neuha'sCave."

rouse her boy; An hundred fires, far flickering from the Told all she had seen, and all she hoped,

height, and all

Blazed o'er the general revel of the night, That happy Love could augur or recal; The feast in honour of the guest, return'd Sprung forth again, with Torquil following To Peace and Pleasure, perilously earn'd;

A night succeeded by such happy days His bounding Nereid over the broad sea ; As only the yet infant world displays.


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Whom I have sought in darkness and in

lightSCENE I.-MANFRED alone.-Scene, a Gothic Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell Gallery.— Time, Midnight. In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops

Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, Manfred. Tak lamp must be replenish'd, And earth's and ocean's caves familiar but even then

thingsIt will not burn so long as I must watch : I call upon ye by the written charm, My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, which gives ine power upon you – Rise ! But a continuance of enduring thought,


[A pause. Which then I can resist not: in my heart They come not yet. - Now by the voice of him There is a vigil, and these eyes but close Who is the first among you - by this sign, To look within; and yet I live, and bear Which makes you tremble— by the claims The aspect and the form of breathing men.

of him But grief should be the instructor of the Who is undying, --Risel appear !-Appear! wise :

[A pause. Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the If it be 80.–Spirits of earth and air, most

Ye shall not thus elude me : by a power, Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth; Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life. Which had its birth-place in a starcondemn'd, Philosophy and science, and the springs The burning wreck of a demolish'd world, Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, A wandering hell in the eternal space; I have essay'd, and in my mind there is By the strong curse which is upon my soul, A power to make these subject to itself

The thought which is within me and But they avail not: I have done men good,

around me, And I have met with good even among I do compel ye to my will.— Appear!

(4 star is seen at the darker end But this avail'd not: I have had my foes,

of the gallery: it is stationary; And none have baffled, many fallen before

and a voice is heard singing.) But this avail'd not :- Good, or evil, life,

First Spirit.
Powers, passions, all I see in other beings, Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd,
Have been to me as rain unto the sands, I'rom my mansion in the cloud,
Since that all-nameless hour. I have no Which the breath of twilight builds,

And the summer's sun-set gilds
And feel the curse to have no natural fear, With the azure and vermilion,
Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes Which is mix'd for my pavilion :
or wishes,

Though thy quest may be forbidden,
Orlurking love of something on the earth.- On a star-beam I have ridden;
Now to my task.-Mysterious Agency! To thine adjaration bow'd,
Ye spirits of the unbounded Universo! Mortal-be thy wish avow'd !



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