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For turn whichever way we might, the wind with

equal force Rush'd like a torrid hurricane still adverse to

our courseOne moment close at hand I heard the roaring Syrian Sea,

[of a bee! The next it only murmur'd like the humming And when I dared at last to glance across the

wild immense, Oh ne'er shall I forget the whirl that met the

dizzy sense! What seem'd a little sprig of fern, ere lips could reckon twain,

[plain! A palm of forty cubits high, we passed it on the What tongue could tell,—what pencil paint,

what pen describe the ride? Now off—now on—now up—now down, and

fung from side to side! I tried to speak, but had no voice, to soothe her

with its toneMy scanty breath was jolted out with many a sud

den groanMy joints were rack’d—my back was strain'd, so

firmly I had clungMy nostrils gush’d, and thrice my teeth had bitten

through my tongueWhen lo!-farewell all hope of life !—she turn'd

and faced the rocks. None but a flying horse could clear those mon

strous granite blocks !

So thought 1,—but I little knew the desert pride

and fire, Derived from a most deer-like dam, and lion

hearted sire; Little I guess'd the energy of muscle, blood and

bone, Bound after bound, with eager springs, she clear'd

each massive stone ;Nine mortal leaps were pass’d before a huge gray

rock at length Stood planted there as if to dare her utmost pitch

of strengthMy time was come! that granite heap my monu

ment of death! She paused, she snorted loud and long, and drew a

fuller breath; Nine strides and then a louder beat that warn’d : me of her spring, I felt her rising in the air like eagle on the wingBut oh! the crash the hideous shock !—the

million sparks around ! Her hindmost hoofs had struck the crest of that

prodigious mound ! Wild shriek’d the headland Desert-Born-or else

'twas demons' mirth, One second more, and Man and Mare rollid

breathless on the earth!

How long it was I cannot tell ere I revived to

sense,

And then but to endure the pangs of agony

intense; For over me lay powerless, and still as any stone, The Corse that erst had so much fire, strength,

spirit, of its own. My heart was still—my pulses stopp’d—midway

'twixt life and death, With pain unspeakable I fetch'd the fragment of

a breath, Not vital air enough to frame one short and feeble

sigh, Yet even that I loath'd because it would not let

me die. Oh! slowly, slowly, slowly on, from starry night

till morn, Time flapp'd along, with leaden wings, across

that waste forlorn! I cursed the hour that brought me first within this

world of strife, A sore and heavy sin it is to scorn the gift of

lifeBut who hath felt a horse's weight oppress his

labouring breast ? Why any who has had, like me, the Night MARE

on his chest.

LOVE LANE.

IF I should love a maiden more,
And woo her ev'ry hope to crown,
I'd love her all the country o’er,
But not declare it out of town.

One even, by a mossy bank,
That held a hornet's nest within,
To Ellen on my knees I sank,-
How snakes will twine around the shin!

A bashful fear my soul unnerved, And gave my heart a backward tug; Nor was I cheer'd when she observed, Whilst I was silent,—“ What a slug!"

At length my offer I preferr’d,
And Hope a kind reply forebode-
Alas! the only sound I heard
Was, “ What a horrid ugly toad!”

I vow'd to give her all my heart,
To love her till my life took leave,
And painted all a lover's smart-
Except a wasp gone up his sleeve!

But when I ventured to abide
Her father's and her mother's grants-
Sudden, she started up, and cried,
66 O dear! I am all over ants !”

Nay when beginning to beseech
The cause that led to my rebuff,
The answer was as strange a speech,
A“ Daddy-Longlegs sure enough !”

I spoke of fortune-house,—and lands,
And still renew'd the warm attack,
'Tis vain to offer ladies hands
That have a spider on the back!

'Tis vain to talk of hopes and fears,
And hope the least reply to win,
From any maid that stops her ears
In dread of earwigs creeping in !

'Tis vain to call the dearest names
Whilst stoats and weasels startle by-
As vain to talk of mutual flames,
To one with glowworms in her eye!

What check'd me in my fond address, And knock'd each pretty image down? What stopp'd my Ellen's faltering Yes ? A caterpillar on her gown!

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