Nor could on earth a spot be found Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, Thrasimene1-From Childe Harold.' 1. And I roam By Thrasimene's lake, in the defiles And torrents, swollen to rivers with their gore, 2. Like to a forest felled by mountain winds; Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet! 3. The earth to them was as a rolling bark Which reigns when mountains tremble, and the birds From their down-toppling nests; and bellowing herds 4. Far other scene is Thrasimene now: Her lake a sheet of silver, and her plain Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough; Her aged trees rise thick as once the slain Lay where their roots are; but a brook hath ta'en A little rill of scanty stream and bed A name of blood from that day's sanguine rain; And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead Made the earth wet, and turned the unwilling waters red. 1 The Lake of Perugia in Central Italy. The Romans were here defeated by the Carthaginian general, Hannibal, 217 B.C. Sixteen thousand Romans are said to have been either massacred or drowned in the lake, and so great was the fury on both sides as to render them unconscious of the shock of an earthquake which occurred during the battle. Thomas Moore: 1779-1852. Farewell-farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! 2. Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing, 3. But long, upon Araby's green sunny highlands, Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom Of her, who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands, With nought but the sea-star to light up her tomb. 4. And still, when the merry date-season is burning, 5. The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses 6. Nor shall Iran, beloved of her hero! forget thee- 7. Farewell; be it ours to embellish thy pillow With everything beauteous that grows in the deep; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. 8. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreathed chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept. 9. We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling, And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head; We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian are sparkling, And gather their gold to strew over thy bed. 10. Farewell-farewell-until pity's sweet fountain 1 In Persian mythology, an imaginary female fairy. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: 9. Like a high-born maiden With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: 10. Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aërial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: 11. Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. 12. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Until we hardly see, we feel that it is Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music there. 6. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud doth surpass. 13. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine The moon rains out her beams, and That panted forth a flood of rapture sɔ As from thy presence showers a rain of A thing wherein we feel there is some |