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Ann Radcliffe
POEMS
Poems from The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne(1789)
Poems from A Sicilian Romance (1790)
Poems fromThe Romance of the Forest (1791)
Poems from The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794)
THE CASTLES OF ATHLIN AND DUNBAYE
(LONDON:T. HOOKHAM1789)
Castlesof Athlin and Dunbaye (London: T. Hookham1789): "As he wasone day standing at the grate which looked upon the castleobservingthe progress of these birdshis ear caught the sound of that sweetlute whose notes had once saved him from destruction; it wasaccompanied by the same melodious voice he had formerly heardandwhich now sung with impassioned tenderness the following air:
When firstthe vernal morn of life
Beam'd on my infant eye
Fond Isurvey'd the smiling scene
Norsaw the tempest nigh
Hope'sbright illusions touch'd my soul
Myyound ideas led;
AndFancy's vivid tints combine'd
Andfairy prospects spread.
Myguileless heart expanded wide
With filial fondness fraught;
Paternallove that heart supplied
With all its fondness sought.
But O! thecruelquick reverse!
Fate all I lov'd involv'd;
Pale GriefHope's trembling rays dispers'd
AndFancy's dreams dissolv'd."
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Castlesof Athlin and Dunbaye (London: T. Hookham1789): "Theparting sun trembled on the tops of the mountainsand a softer shadefell upon the distant landscape. The sweet tranquility of the eveningthrew an air of tender melancholy over his mind; his sorrows for awhile were hushed; and under the enthusiasm of the hourhe composedthe following sonnetwhichhaving committed it to paperhe thenext evening dropped upon the terrace.
SONNET.
Hail! tothe hallow'd hillthe circling lawn.
Thebreezy uplandand the mountain stream!
The lasttall pine that earliest meets the dawn
Andglistens latest to the western gleam!
Hail!every distant hilland dowland plain!
Your dew-hid beauties Fancy oft unveils;
What timeto Shepherd's reedor Poet's strain
Sorrowing my heart its destin'd woe bewails.
Blest arethe fairy hourthe twilight shade
OfEv'ning wand'ring thro her woodlands dear;
Sweet thestill sound that steals along the glade;
'Tis Fancy wafts itand her vot'ries hear.
'Tis Fancywafts it!--and how sweet the sound!
Ihear it now the distant hills uplong;
Whilefairy echoes from their dells around
Andwoods and wildsthe feeble notes prolong!"
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Castlesof Athlin and Dunbaye (London: T. Hookham1789): "In agallery on the North side of the castlewhich was filled withpictures of the familyhung a portrait of Mary. She was drawn in thedress which she wore on the day of the festivalwhen she was led bythe Earl into the hall and presented as the partner of Alleyn. Thelikeness was strikingand expressive of all the winning grace of theoriginal. As ofte as Alleyn could steal from observationhe retiredto this gallery to contemplate the portrait of her who was everpresent to his imagination: here he could breathe that sigh which herpresence restrainedand shed those tears which her presence forbadeto show. As he stood one day in this placewrapt in melancholymusinghis ear was struck with the notes of sweet music; they seemedto issue from the bottom of the gallery. The instrument was touchedwith an exquisite expressionand in a voice whose tones floated onthe air in soft undulations; he distinguished the following wordswhich he [PAGE 229] remembered to be an ode composed by the Earlandpresented to Marywho had set it to music the day before.
MORNING.
Darkness!thro thy chilling glooms
Weakly trembles twilight grey;
Twilightfades--and Morning comes
Andmelts thy shadows swift away!
She comesin her Aetherial car
Involv'd in many a varying hue;
And thro'the azure shoots afar
Spirit--light--and life anew!
Her breathrevives the drooping flowers
Herray dissolves the dews of night;
Recallsthe sprightly-moving hours
Andthe green scene unveils in light!
Her's thefresh gale that wanders wild
O'er mountain topand woodland glade;
And fondlysteals the breathbeguil'd
Ofev'ry flow'r in ev'ry shade.
Mother ofRoses!--bright Aurora!--hail!
Thee shall the chorus of the hours salute
And songof early birds from ev'ry vale
Andblithsome hornand fragrant zephyr mute!
And oft asrising o'er the plain
Thou and thy roseate Nymphs appear
Thissimple song in choral strain
From rapturing Bards shall meet thine ear.
CHORUS.
Dance yelightly--lightly on!
'Tis the bold lark thro' the air
Hails yourbeauties with his song;
Lightly--lightly fleeting air!"
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2 VOLS.(4TH ED.; LONDON1809)
TheSicilian Romance 2 Vols. (4th Ed.; London1809) : "When theball broke upshe retired to her apartmentbut not to sleep. Joy isas retless as anxiety or sorrow. She seemed to have entered upon anew state of existence;--those fine springs of affection which hadhitherto lain concealedwere now touchedand yielded to her ahappiness more exalted than any her imagination ever painted. Shereflected on the tranquility of her past lifeand comparing it withthe emotions of the present hourexulted in the difference. All herformer pleasures now appeared insipid; she wondered that they everhad power to affect herand that she had endured with content thedull uniformity to which she had been condemned. It was now only thatshe appeared to live. Absorbed in the single idea of being belovedher imagination soared into the regions of romantic blissand boreher high above the possibility of evil. Since she was beloved byHippolitusshe could only be happy. From this state of entranceddelight she was awakened by the sound of music immediately under herwindow. It was a lute touched by a masterly hand. After a wild andmelancholy symphonya voice of more than magic expression swelledinto an air so pathetic and tenderthat it seemed to breathe thevery soul of love. The chords of the lute were struck in low andsweet accompaniment. Julie listenedand distinguished the followingwords:
SONNET.
Still isthe night breeze!--not a lonely sound
Steals through the silence of this dreary hour;
O'er thesehigh battlements Sleep reigns profound
Andsheds on all his sweet oblivious power.
On all butme--I vainly ask his dews
Tosteep in short forgetfulness my cares:
Th'affrighted god still flies when Love pursues
Still--still denies the wretched lover's prayers."
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TheSicilian Romance 2 Vols. (4th Ed.; London1809): "Theinterest which these mysterious circumstances excited in the mind ofJuliahad withdrawn her attention from a subject more dangerous toits peace. The image of Verezanotwithstandingwould frequentlyintrude upon her fancy; and awakening the recollection of happyemotionswould call forth a sigh which all her efforts could notsuppress. She loved to indulge the melancholy of her heart in thesolitude of the woods. One evening she took her lute to a favoritespot on the sea shoreand resigning herself to a pleasing sadnesstouched some sweet and plaintive airs. The purple fluh of evening wasdiffused over the heavens. The suninvolved in clouds of splendidand innumerable hueswas setting o'er the distant waterswhoseclear bosom glowed with rich reflection. The beauty of the scenethesoothing murmur of the high treeswaved by the light air whichovershadowed her[PAGE 87] and the soft shelling of the waves thatflowed gently in upon the shoresinsensibly sunk her mind into astate of repose. She touched the chords of her lute in sweet and wildmelodyand sung the following ode:
EVENING.
EVENINGveil'd in dewy shades
Slowly sinks upon the main;
See th'empurpled glory fades
Beneath her soberchasten'd reign.
Around herear the pensive Hours
Insweet illapses meet the sight
Crown'dtheir brows with closing flow'rs
Rich with chystal dews of night.
Her handsthe dusky hues arrange
O'er the fine tints of parting day;
Insensiblythe colours change
Andlanguish into soft decay.
Wide o'erthe waves her shadowy veil she draws
Asfaint they die along the distant shores;
Throughthe still air I mark each solemn pause
Each rising murmur which the wild wave pours.
A brownershadow spreads upon the air
Ando'er the scene a pensive grandeur throws;
Therocks--the woods a wilder beauty wear
Andthe deep wave in softer music flows.
And nowthe distant view where vision fails
Twilight and grey obscurity pervade;
Tintfollowing tint each dark'ning object veils
Till all the landscape sinks into the shade.
Oft fromthe airy steep of some lone hill
While sleeps the scene beneath the purple glow;
Andevening lives o'er all serene and still
Wrapt let me view the magic world below!
And catchthe dying gale that swells remote
That steals the sweetness from the shepherd's flute;
Thedistant torrent's melancholy note
Andthe soft warblings of the lover's lute.
Stillthrough the deep'ning gloom of bow'ry shades
ToFancy's eye fantastic forms appear;
Lowwhisp'ring echoes steal along the glades
Andthrill the ear with wildly-pleasing fear.
Parent ofshades!--of silence!--dewy airs!
Ofsolemn musingand of vision wild!
To thee mysould her pensive tribute bears
Andhails thy gradual stepthy influence mild."
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TheSicilian Romance 2 Vols. (4th Ed.; London1809): "As theyproceeded with silent cautionthey perceived a light break fromamong the rocks at some distance. The Duke hesitated whether toapproachsince it might probably proceed from a party of thebanditti with which these mountains were said to be infested. Whilehe hesitatedit disappeared; but he had not advance many steps whenit returned. He now perceived it to issue from the mouth of a cavernand cast a bright reflection upon the overhanging rocks and shrubs.He dismountedand followed by two of his peopleleaving the rest atsome distancemoved with slow and silent steps towards the cave. Ashe drew nearhe heard the sound of many voicesin high carousal.Suddenly the uproar ceasedand the following words were sung by aclear and manly voice:
SONG.
Pur therich libation high;
Thesparkling cup to Bacchus fill;
His joysshall dance in ev'ry eye
Andchase the forms of future ill!
Quick themagic raptures steal
O'er the fancy kindling brain
Warm theheart with social zeal
Andsong and laughter reign.
Thenvisions of pleasure shall float on our sight
While light bounding our spirits shall flow;
And thegod shall impart a fine sense of delight
Which in vain sober mortals would know."
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TheSicilian Romance 2 Vols. (4th Ed.; London1809) : "At theabbeysolitude and stillness conspired with the solemn aspect of thepileto impress the mind with religious awe. The dim glass of thehigh arched windowsstained with the colouring of monkish fictionsand shaded by the thick trees that environed the edificespreadaround a sacred gloomwhich inspired the beholder with congenialfeelings. As Julie mused through the walksand surveyed this vastmonument of barbarous superstitionit brought to her recollection anode which she often repeated with melancholy pleasureas thecomposition of Hippolitus.
SUPERSTITION. AN ODE.
HIGH midAlverna's awful steeps
Eternal shadesand silence dwell
Savewhenthe gale resounding sweeps
Sadstraings are faintly heard to swell:
Enthron'damid the wild impending rocks
Involv'd in cloudsand brooding future woe
The demonSuperstition Nature shocks
Andwaves her Sceptre o'er the world below.
Around herthroneamid the mingling glooms
Wild--hideous forms are slowly seen to glide;
She bidsthem fly to shade earth's brightest blooms
Andspread the blast of Desolation wide.
See! inthe darkened air their fiery course!
Thesweeping ruin settles o'er the land
Terrorleads on their steps with madd'ning force
AndDeath and Vengeance close the ghastly band!
Mark thepurple streams that flow!
Mark thedeep empassioned woe!
FranticFury's dying groan!
Virtue'ssighand Sorrow's moan!
Wide--widethe phantoms swell the loaded air
Withshrieks of anguish--madness and despair!
Cease your ruin! spectrs dire!
Cease your wild terrific sway!
Turn your steps--and check your ire
Yield to peace and mourning day!"
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TheSicilian Romance 2 Vols. (4th Ed.; London1809) : "Thetempest came onand the captain vainly sounded for anchorage: it wasdeep seaand the vessel drove furiously before the wind. Thedarkness was interrupted only at intervals by the broad expanse ofvivid lightningswhich quivered upon the watersand disclosing thehorrible gaspings of the wavesserved to render the succeedingdarkness more awful. The thunder which burst in tremendous crashesabovethe loud roar of the waves belowthe noise of the sailorsand the sudden cracks and groanings of the vesselconspired toheighten the tremendous sublimity of the scene.
Far on therocky shores the surges sound
Thelashing whirlwinds cleave the vast profound;
While highin airamid the rising storm
Drivingthe blastsits Danger's black'ning form.
Julie layfainting with terror and sickness in the cabinand Ferdinandthoughalmost hopeless himselfwas endeavouring to support herwhen a loudand dreadful crash was heard from above. It seemed as if the wholevessel had parted. The voices of the sailors now rose togetherandall was confusion and uproar. Ferdinand ran up to the deckandlearned the part of the main mastborne away by the windhad fallenupon the deckwhence it had rolled overboard."
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3 VOLS.(LONDON1791).
Note: thisnovel is still anonymousthough "By the authoress of 'ASicilian Romance' &c." Alsothis is the first novel tohave epigramsand they arelike in the later romancesby WalpoleGrayShakespeareetc.
TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)1:85-7: "Shewas a sensible and highly accomplished womanand it became her chiefdelight to form the rising graces of Adelinewho hadas has beenalready showna sweetness of dispositionwhich made her quick torepay instruction with improvementand indulgence with love. Neverwas Adeline so pleased as when she anticipated her wishesand neverso diligent as when she was employed in her business. The littleaffairs of the household she overlooded and managed with suchadmirable exactnessthat Madame La Motte had neither anxietynorcareconcerning them. And Adeline formed for herself in this barrensituationmany amusementsthat occasionally banished theremembrance of her misfortunes. La Motte's books were her chiefconsolation. With one of these she would frequently ramble in theforest[PAGE 86] where the riverwinding through a gladediffusedcoolnessand with its murmuring accentsinvited repose: there shewould seat herselfandresigned to the illusions of the pagepassmany hours in oblivion of sorrow. Her toowhen her mind wastranquilized by the surrounding sceneryshe wooed the gentle museand indulged in ideal happiness. The delight of these moments shecommemorated in the following address
TO THEVISIONS OF FANCY.
Dearwildillusions of creative mind!
Whose varying hues arise to Fancy's art
And by hermagic force are swift combin'd
Informs that pleaseand scenes that touch the heart:
Oh!whether at her voice ye soft assume
Thepensive grace of sorrow drooping low;
Or risesublime on terror's lofty plume
Andshake the soul with wildly thrilling woe;
Orsweetly brightyour gayer tints ye spread
Bidscenes of pleasure steal upon my view
Love wavehis purple pinions o'er my head
Andwake the tender thought to passion true;
O!still--ye shadowy forms! attend my lonely hours
Stillchase my real cares with your illusive powers!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)1:188-9: "Shewandered on without noticing the distanceandfollowing thewindings of the rivercame to a dewy gladewhose woodssweepingdown to the very edge of the waterformed a scene so sweetlyromanticthat she seated herself at the foot of a treetocontemplate its beauty. These images insensibly soothed her sorrowand inspired her with that soft and pleasing melancholyso dear tothe feeling mind. For some time she sat lost in a reveriewhile theflowers that grew on the banks beside her seemed to smile in newlifeand drew from her a comparison with her own condition. Shemused and sighedand thenin a voicewhose charming melody wasmodulated by the tenderness of her heartshe sung the followingwords:
SONNETTOTHE LILLY.
Softsilken flow'r! that in the dewy vale
Unfolds thy modest beauties to the morn
Andbreath'st thy fragrance on her wand'ring gale
O'er earth's green hills and shadowy vallies born;
When dayhas closed his dazzling eye
And dying gales sink soft away;
When Evesteals down the western sky
And mountainswoodsand vales decay;
Thy tendercupsthat graceful swell
Droop sad beneath her chilly dews;
Thy odoursseek their silken cell
And twilight veils thy languid hues.
But soonfair flow'r! the morn shall rise
And rear again thy pensive head;
Againunveil thy snowy dyes
Again thy velvet foliage spread.
Sweetchild of Spring! like thee in sorrow's shade
Full oft I mourn in tearsand droop forlorn:
And O!like thinemay light my gloom pervade
And Sorrow fly before Joy's living morn!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)1:206-208: "Atthe decline of dayshe quitted her chamber to enjoy the sweetevening hourbut strayed no farther than an avenue near the abbeywhich fronted the west. She read a littlebutfinding it impossibleany longer to abstract her attention from the scene aroundsheclosed the bookand yielded to the sweet complacent melancholy whichthe hour inspired. The air was stillthe sunsinking below thedistant hillspread a purple glow over the landscapeand touchedthe forest glades with softer light. A dewy freshness was diffusedupon the air. As the sun descendedthe dusk came silently onandthe scene assumed a solemn grandeur. As she musedshe recollectedand repeated the following stanzas:
NIGHT.
NowEv'ning fades! her pensive step retires
And Night leads on the dewsand shadowy hours:
Her awfulpomp of planetary fires
And all her train of visionary powers.
Thesepaint with fleeting shapes the dream of sleep
These swell the waking soul with pleasing dread;
Thesethrough the glooms in forms terrific sweep
And rouse the thrilling horrors of the dead!
Queen ofthe solemn thought---mysterious Night!
Whose step is darknessand whose voice is fear!
Thy shadesI welcome with severe delight
And hail thy hollow galesthat sigh so drear!
Whenwrapt in cloudsand riding in the blast
Thou roll'st the storm along the sounding shore
I love towatch the whelming billowscast
On rocks belowand listen to the roar.
Thy milderterrorsNightI frequent woo
Thy silent lightningsand thy meteor's glare
Thynorthern firesbright with ensanguine hue
That light in heaven's high vault the fervid air.
But chiefI love theewhen thy lucid car
Sheds through the fleecy clouds a trembling gleam
And shewsthe misty mountain from afar
The nearer forestand the valley's stream:
Andnameless objects in the vale below
That floating dimly to the musing eye
AssumeatFancy's touchfantastic shew
And raise her sweet romantic visions high.
Then letme stand amidst thy glooms profound
On some wild woody steepand hear the breeze
Thatswells in mournful melody around
And faintly dies upon the distant trees.
Whatmelancholy charm steals o'er the mind!
What hallow'd tears the rising rapture greet!
While manya viewless spirit in the wind
Sighs to the lonely hour in accents sweet!
Ah! whothe dear illusions pleas'd would yield
Which Fancy wakes from silence and from shades
For allthe sober forms of Truth reveal'd
For all the scenes that Day's bright eye pervades!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "Again themusic sounded--'music such as charmeth sleep'--and again shegradually yielded to its sweet magic. A female voiceaccompanied bya lutea hautboyand a few other instrumentsnow gradually swelledinto a tone so exquisiteas raised attention into ecstacy. It sunkby degreesand touched a few simple notes with pathetic softnesswhen the measure was suddenly changedand in a gay and airy melodyAdeline distinguished the following words:
SONG.
Life's avariedbright illusion
Joy and sorrow---light and shade;
Turn fromsorrow's dark suffusion
Catch the pleasures ere they fade.
Fancypaints with hues unreal
Smile of blissand sorrow's mood;
If theyboth are but ideal
Why reject the seeming good?
Hence! nomore! 'tis Wisdom calls ye
Bids ye court Time's present aid;
The futuretrust not---Hope enthrals ye
'Catch the pleasures ere they fade.'"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "And now theMarquiswho interpreted her silence into a secret compliance withhis proposalresumed all his gaiety and spiritwhile the long andardent regards he bestowed on Adelineovercame her with confusionand indignation. In the midst of the banquetsoft music againsounded the most tender and impassioned airs; but its effect [PAGE129] on Adeline was now losther mind being too much embarrassed anddistressed by the presence of the Marquisto admit even thesoothings of harmony. A song was now heardwritten with that sort ofimpotent artby which some voluptuous poets believe they can at onceconceal and recommend the principles of vice. Adeline received itwith contempt and displeasureand the Marquisperceiving itseffectpresently made a sign for another compositionwhichaddingthe force of poetry to the charms of musicmight withdraw her mindfrom the present sceneand enchant it in sweet delirium.
SONG OF ASPIRIT.
In thesightless air I dwell
On the sloping sun-beams play;
Delve thecavern's inmost cell
Where never yet did day-light stray.
Divebeneath the green-sea waves
And gambol in the briny deeps;
Skim everyshore that Neptune laves
From Lapland's plains to India's steeps.
Oft Imount with rapid force
Above the wide earth's shadowy zone;
Follow theday-star's flaming course
Through realms of space to thought unknown;
And listento celestial sounds
That swell the airunheard of men
As I watchmy nightly rounds
O'er woody steepand silent glen.
Under theshade of waving trees.
On the green bank of fountain clear
At pensiveeve I sit at ease
While dying music murmurs near.
And ofton point of airy clift
That hangs upon the western main
I watchthe gay tints passing swift
And twilight veil the liquid plain.
Thenwhenthe breeze has sunk away
And ocean scarce is heard to lave
For me thesea-nymphs softly play
Their dulcet shells beneath the wave.
Theirdulcet shells! I hear them now;
Slow swells the strain upon mine ear;
Nowfaintly falls---now warbles low
'Till rapture melts into a tear.
The raythat silvers o'er the dew
And trembles through the leafy shade
And tintsthe scene with softer hue
Calls me to rove the lonely glade;
Or hie meto some ruin'd tow'r
Faintly shewn by moon-light gleam
Where thelone wand'rer owns my pow'r
In shadows dire that substance seem;
Inthrilling sounds that murmur woe
And pausing silence makes more dread;
In musicbreathing from below
Sadsolemn Strainsthat wake the dead.
Unseen Imove---unknown am fear'd!
Fancy's wildest dreams I weave;
And oft bybards my voice is heard
To die along the gales of eve."
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "She awokewith the dawnand her [PAGE 33] mind being too much disturbed tosleep againshe rose and watched the gradual approach of day. As shemusedshe expressed the feelings of the moment in the following
SONNET.
Morn'sbeaming eyes at length unclose
And wakethe blushes of the rose
That allnight long oppress'd with dews
And veil'din chilly shade its hues
Reclin'dforlornthe languid head
And sadlysought its parent bed;
Warmthfrom her ray the trembling flow'r derives
Andsweetly blushingthrough its tears revives.
"Morn'sbeaming eyes at length unclose"
And meltthe tears that bend the rose;
But cantheir charms suppress the sigh
Or chacethe tear from Sorrow's eye?
Can alltheir lustrous light impart
One ray ofpeace to sorrow's heart?
Ah! no;their fires her fainting soul oppress---
Eve'spensive shades more soothe her meek distress!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)3:97-98: "Asshe listened to the mellow and enchanting tones of the hornwhichgradually sunk away in distancethe scene appeared more lovely thanbeforeand finding it impossible to forbear attempting to paint inlanguage what was so beautiful in realityshe composed the following
STANZAS.
How smooththat lake expands its ample breast!
Where smiles in soften'd glow the summer sky:
How vastthe rocks that o'er its surface rest!
How wild the scenes its winding shores supply!
Now downthe western steep slow sinks the sun
And paints with yellow gleam the tufted woods:
While herethe mountain-shadowsbroad and dun
Sweep o'er the crystal mirror of the floods.
Mark howhis splendour tips with partial light
Those shatter'd battlements! that on the brow
Of yonbold promontory burst to sight
From o'er the woods that darkly spread below.
In thesoft blush of light's reflected power
The ridgy rockthe woods that crown its steep
Th'illumin'd battlementand darker tower
On the smooth wave in trembling beauty sleep.
But lo!the sun recalls his fervid ray
And cold and dimthe wat'ry visions fail;
While o'eryon cliffwhose pointed craggs decay
Mild Evening draws her thin empurpled veil!
How sweetthat strain of melancholy horn!
That floats along the slowly ebbing wave;
And up thefar-receding mountains borne
Returns a dying close from Echo's cave!
Hail!shadowy forms of stillexpressive Eve!
Your pensive graces stealing on my heart
Bid allthe fine-attun'd emotions live
And fancy all her loveliest dreams impart."
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)3:144-6: "Theysat down on a point of rockovershadowed by lofty palm-treestocontemplate at leisure the magnificent scene. The sun was justemerged from the seaover which his rays shed a flood of lightanddarted a thousand brilliant tints on the vapours that ascended thehorizonand floated there in light cloudsleaving the bosom of thewaters below clear as chrystalexcept where the white surges [PAGE145] were seen to bear upon the rocks; and discovering the distantsails of the fishing boatsand the far distant highlands of Corsicatinted with aetherial blue. Claraafter some timedrew forth herpencilbut threw it aside in despair. Adelineas they returned homethrough a romantic glenwhen her senses were no longer absorbed inthe contemplation of this grand sceneryand when its images floatedon her memoryonlyin softened coloursrepeated the followinglines:
SUNRISE: ASONNET.
Oft let mewanderat the break of day
Thro' the cool vale o'erhung with waving woods
Drink therich fragrance of the budding May
And catch the murmur of the distant floods;
Or rest onthe fresh bank of limpid rill
Where sleeps the vi'let in the dewy shade
Whereop'ning lilies balmy sweets distil
And the wild musk-rose weeps along the glade:
Or climbthe eastern cliffwhose airy head
Hangs rudely o'er the blue and misty main;
Watch thefine hues of morn through ¾ther spead
And paint with roseate glow the crystal plain.
Oh! whocan speak the rapture of the soul
When o'er the waves the sun first steals to sight
And allthe world of watersas they roll
And Heaven's vast vault unveils in living light!
So life'syoung hour to man enchanting smiles
Withsparkling healthand joyand fancy's fairy wiles!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "One eveningAdeline having excused herself from accompanying La Luc and Clara ina visit to a neighbouring familyshe retired to the terrace of thegardenwhich overlooked the seaand as she viewed the tranquilsplendour of the setting sunand his glories reflected on thepolished surface of the wavesshe touched the strings of the lute insoftest harmonyher voice accompanying it with words which she hadone day written after having read that rich effusion of Shakespeare'sgenius'A Midsummer Night's Dream.'
TITANIA TOHER LOVE.
O! flywith me through distant air
To isles that gem the western deep!
Forlaughing Summer revels there
And hangs her wreath on every steep.
As throughthe green transparent sea
Light floating on the waves we go
The nymphsshall gaily welcome me
Far in their coral caves below.
For oftupon their margin sands
When twilight leads the fresh'ning hours
I comewith all my jocund bands
To charm them from their sea-green bow'rs.
And wellthey love our sports to view
And on the Ocean's breast to lave;
And oft aswe the dance renew
They call up music from the wave.
Swift hiewe to that splendid clime
Where gay Jamaica spreads her scene
Lifts theblue mountain---wild---sublime!
And smooths her vales of vivid green.
Wherethroned highin pomp of shade
The Power of Vegetation reigns
Expandingwideo'er hill and glade
Shrubs of all growth---fruit of all stains:
She stealsthe sun-beam's fervid glow
To paint her flow'rs of mingling hue;
And o'erthe grape the purple throw
Breaking from verdant leaves to view.
Theremyrtle bow'rsand citron grove
O'ercanopy our airy dance;
And therethe sea-breeze loves to rove
When trembles day's departing glance.
And whenthe false moon steals away
Or o'er the chasing morn doth rise
Oftfearlesswe our gambols play
By the fire-worm's radiant eyes.
And suckthe honey'd reeds that swell
In tufted plumes of silver white;
Or piercethe cocoa's milky cell
To sip the nectar of delight!
And whenthe shaking thunders roll
And light'nings strike athwart the gloom
We shelterin the cedar's bole
And revel 'mid the rich perfume!
But chiefwe love beneath the palm
Or verdant plantain's spreading leaf
To hearupon the midnight calm
Sweet Philomela pour her grief.
To mortalsprite such dulcet sound
Such blissful hourswere never known!
O fly withme my airy round
And I will make them all thine own!
Adelineceased to sing--when she immediately heard repeated in a low voice
'To mortal sprite such dulcet sound
'Such blissful hourswere never known!'
andturning her eyes whence it cameshe saw M. Amand. She blushed andlaid down the lutewhich he instantly took upand with a tremuloushand drew forth tones
'That might create a soul under the ribs of Death.'
In amelodious voicethat trembled with sensibilityhe sang thefollowing
SONNET.
How-sweetis Love's first gentle sway
When crown'd with flow'rs he softly smiles!
His blue eyes fraught with tearful wiles
Wherebeams of tender transport play:
Hope leadshim on his airy way
And Faith and Fancy still beguiles---
Faith quickly tangled in her toils---
Fancywhose magic forms so gay
The fair Deceiver's self deceive---
'How sweetis Love's first gentle sway!'
Ne'er would that heart he bids to grieve
FromSorrow's soft enchantments stray---
Ne'er---tillthe God exulting in his art
Relentlessfrowns and wings th' envenom'd dart."
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "She usuallyrose earlyand walked down to the shore to enjoyin the cool andsilent hours of the morningthe cheering beauty of natureandinhale the pure sea-breeze. Every object then smiled in fresh andlively colours. The blue eathe brilliant skythe distant fishingboatswith their white sailsand the voices of the fishermen borneat intervals on the airwere circumstances which re-animated herspiritsand in one of her ramblesyielding to that taste for poetrywhich had seldom forsaken hershe repeated the following lines:
MORNINGON THE SEA SHORE.
What print of fairy feet is here
OnNeptune's smooth and yellow sands?
What midnight revel's airy dance
Beneath the moon-beam's trembling glance
Has blestthese shores?---What sprightly bands
Have chac'd the waves uncheck'd by fear?
Whoe'erthey were they fled from morn
For nowall silent and forlorn
Thesetide-forsaken sands appear---
Returnsweet sprites! the scene to cheer!
In vainthe call!---'Till moonlight's hour
Againdiffuse its softer pow'r
Titanianor her fairy loves
Emergefrom India's spicy groves.
Thenwhen the shad'wy hour returns
Whensilence reigns o'er air and earth
And ev'ry star in ¾ther burns
They cometo celebrate their mirth;
In frolic ring light trip the ground
BidMusic's voice on Silence win
'Till magic echoes answer round---
Thus dotheir festive rites begin.
O fairyforms so coy to mortal ken
Your mystic steps to poets only shewn;
O! lead meto the brookor hollow'd glen
Retiring farwith winding woods o'ergrown!
Where'er ye best delight to rule;
If in some forest's lone retreat
Thither conduct my willing feet
To the light brink of fountain cool
Wheresleeping in the midnight dew
Lie Spring's young buds of ev'ry hue
Yielding their sweet breath to the air;
To fold their silken leaves from harm
And their chill heads in moonshine warm
Is bright Titania's tender care.
Theretothe night-birds's plaintive chaunt
Your carols sweet ye love to raise
With oaten reed and past'ral lays;
And guardwith forceful spell her haunt
Whowhen your antic sports are done
Oft lullsye in the lily's cell
Sweetflow'r! that suits your slumbers well
And shields ye from the rising sun.
When notto India's steeps ye fly
After twilight and the moon
In honeybuds ye love to lie
While reigns supreme Light's fervid noon;
Nor quitthe cell where peace pervades.
'Tillnight leads on the dews and shades.
E'en nowyour scenes enchanted meet my sight!
I see the earth unclosethe palace rise
The highdome swelland long arcades of light
Glitter among the deep embow'ring woods
And glance reflecting from the trembling floods!
While tosoft lutes the portals wide unfold
And fairy formsof fine ¾therial dyes
Advance with frolic step and laughing eyes
Their hairwith pearltheir garments deck'd with gold;
Pearlsthat in Neptune's briny waves they sought
And goldfrom India's deepest caverns brought.
Thus yourlight visions to my eyes unveil
Yesportive pleasuressweet illusionhail!
But ah! at morn's first blush again ye fade!
So fromyouth's ardent gaze life's landscape gay
And forms in Fancy's summer hues array'd
Dissolveat once in air at Truth's resplendent day!
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "The sunatlengthsunk below the oceanand twilight stole over the sceneleaving the shadowy shores yet visibleand touching with a solemntint the waters that stretched wide around. She sketched the picturebut it was with a faint pencil.
NIGHT.
O'er the dim breast of Ocean's wave
Night spreads afar her gloomy wings
And pensive thoughtand silence brings
Save when the distant waters lave.
Or when the mariner's lone voice
Swells faintly in the passing gale
Or when the screaming sea-gulls poise
O'er the tall mast and swelling sail
Bounding the grey gleam of the deep
Where fancy'd forms arouse the mind
Dark sweep the shoreson whose rude steep
Sighs the sad spirit of the wind.
Sweet is its voice upon the air
At ev'ning's melancholy close
When the smooth wave in silence flows!
Sweetsweet the peace its stealing accents bear!
Blest bethy shadesO Night! and blest the song
Thy lowwinds breathe the distant shores along!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "When shereached the summitand looked down over the dark tops of the woodson the wide and various prospectshe was seized with a kind of stillrapture impossible to be expressedand stood unconscious of theflight of timetill the sun had left the sceneand twilight threwits solemn shade upon the mountains. The sea alone reflected thefading splendor of the West; its tranquil surface was partiallydisturbed by the low wind that creap in tremulous lines along thewaterswhen rising to the woodsit shivered their light leavesanddied away. Adelineresigning herself to the luxury of sweet andtender emotionsrepeated the following lines:
SUNSET.
Soft o'erthe mountain's purple brow
Meek Twilight draws her shadows grey:
Fromtufted woods and vallies low
Light's magic colours steal away.
Yet stillamid the spreading gloom
Resplendent glow the western waves
That roll o'er Neptune's coral caves
A zone oflight on Ev'ning's dome.
On this lone summit let me rest
And viewthe forms to Fancy dear
'Till on the Ocean's darken'd breast
The starsof Ev'ning tremble clear;
Or themoon's pale orb appear
Throwing her line of radiance wide
Far o'er the lightly-curling tide
That seems the yellow sands to chide.
No sounds o'er silence now prevail
Save of the dying wave below
Or sailor's song borne on the gale
Or oar at distance striking slow.
So sweet!so tranquil! may my ev'ning ray
Set tothis world---and rise in future day!
Adelinequitted the heightsand followed a narrow path that wound to thebeach below: her mind was now particularly sensible of fineimpressionsand the sweet notes of the nightingale amid thestillness of the woods again awakened her enthusiasm.
TO THENIGHTINGALE.
Child of the melancholy song!
O yet that tender strain prolong!
Herlengthen'd shade when Ev'ning flings
From mountain-cliffsand forests green
Andsailing slow on silent wings
Along the glimm'ring West is seen;
I loveo'er pathless hills to stray
Or trace the winding vale remote
And pausesweet Bird! to hear thy lay
While moon-beams on the thin clouds float;
'Till o'erthe Mountain's dewy head
PaleMidnight steals to wake the dead.
Farthrough the Heav'ns' aetherial blue
Wafted on Spring's light airs you come
Withbloomsand flow'rsand genial dew
From climes where Summer joys to roam
O! welcome to your long lost home!
'Child of the melancholy song!'
Who lov'st the lonely woodland-glade
To mournunseenthe boughs among
When Twilight spreads her pensive shade
Again thy dulcet voice I hail!
O! pour again the liquid note
That dies upon the ev'ning gale!
For Fancy loves the kindred tone;
Her griefs the plaintive accents own.
She loves to hear thy music float
At solemn midnight's stillest hour
And think on friends for ever lost
On joys by disappointment crost
And weep anew Love's charmful pow'r!
Then Memory wakes the magic smile
Th' impassion'd voicethe melting eye
That won't the trusting heart beguile
And wakes again the hopeless sigh!
Her skill the glowing tints revive
Of scenes that Time had bade decay:
She bids the soften'd Passions live---
The Passions urge again their sway.
Yet o'er the long-regretted scene
Thy song the grace of sorrow throws;
A melancholy charm serene
More rare than all that mirth bestows.
Then hailsweet Bird! and hail thy pensive tear!
To Tasteto Fancyand to Virtue dear!"
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791)3:328-9: "Thecontrast which memory drew of the past with the presentfrequentlydrew tears of tenderness and gratitude to their eyesand the sweetsmile which seemed struggling to dispel from the countenance ofAdeline those gems of sorrowpenetrated the heart of Theodoreandbrought to his recollection a little song which in othercircumstances he had formerly sung to her. He took up a lute that layon the tableand [PAGE 329] touching the dulcet chordsaccompaniedit with the following words:
SONG.
The rosethat weeps with morning dew
And glitters in the sunny ray
In tearsof smiles resembles you
When Love breaks Sorrow's cloud away.
The dewsthat bend the blushing flow'r
Enrich the scent---renew the glow;
So Love'ssweet tears exalt his pow'r
So bliss more brightly shines by woe!
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TheRomance of the Forest3 vols. (London1791): "Peter flewand while chair and tables were placingClara ran for her favouritelutethe lute which had formerly afforded her such delightandwhich Adeline had often touched with a malancholy expression. Clara'slight hand now ran over the chordsand drew forth tones of tendersweetnessher voice acoompanying the following
AIR.
NowatMoonlight's fairy hour
When faintly gleams each dewy steep
And valeand Mountainlake and bow'r
In solitary grandeur sleep;
Whenslowly sinks the evening breeze
That lulls the mind in pensive care
And Fancyloftier visions sees
Bid Music wake the silent air.
Bid themerrymerry tabor sound
And with the Fays of lawn or glade
Intripping circlet beat the ground
Under the high trees' trembling shade.
"Nowat Moonlight's fairy hour"
Shall Music breathe her dulcet voice
And o'erthe waveswith magic pow'r
Call on Echo to rejoice.
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "Thistoowas a favourite retreat of St. Aubertto which he freqently withdrew from the fervour of the noonwith hiswifehis daughterand his books; or came at the sweet evening hourto welcome the silent duskor to listen for the music of thenightingale. Sometimestoohe brought music of his ownandawakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe; andoften have the tones of Emily's voice drawn sweetness from the wavesover which they trembled. It was in one of her excursions to thisspotthat she observed the following lines written with a pencil ona part of the wainscot:
SONNET.
Gopencil! faithful to thy master's sights!
Go--tellthe Goddess of this fairy scene
When nexther light steps wind these wood-walks green
When allhis tearshis tender sorrowsrise:
Ah! painther formher soul-illumin'd eyes
The sweetexpression of her pensive face
Thelight'ning smilethe animated grace--
Theportrait well the lover's voice supplies;
Speaks allhis heart must feelhis tongue would say:
Yet ah!not all his heart must sadly feel!
How oftthe flow'ret's silken leaves conceal
The drugthat steals the vital spark away!
And whothat gazes on that angel smile
Would fearits charmor think it could beguile!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "'Are you such an admirer of nature' said St. Aubert'and so little acquainted with her appearances as not to know thatfor a glow-worm? But come' added he gaily'step a little furtherand we shall see fairiesperhaps; they are often companions. Theglow-work lends his lightand they in return charm him with musicand the dance. Do you see nothing tripping yonder?' Emily laughed.'Wellmy dear sir' said she'since you allow of this allianceImay vanture to own I have anticipated you; and almost dare venture torepeat some verses I made one evening in these very woods.' 'Nay'replied St. Aubert'dismiss the almostand venture quite; let ushear what vagaries fancy has been playing in your mind. If she hasgiven you one of her spellsyou need not envy those of the fairies.''If it is strong enough to enchant your judgmentsir' said Emily'while I disclose her imagesI need not envy them. The lines go in asort of tripping measurewhich I thought might suit the subject wellenoughbut I fear they are too irregular.
THEGLOW-WORM.
Howpleasant is the green-wood's deep-matted shade
On amidsummer's evewhen the fresh rain is o'er;
When theyellow beams slopeand sparkle thro' the glade
Andswiftly in the thin air the light swallows soar!
Butsweetersweeter stillwhen the sun sinks to rest
Andtwilight comes onwith the fairies so gay
Trippingthrough the forest-walkwhere flow'rsunprest
Bow nottheir tall heads beneath their frolic play.
To music'ssoftest sounds they dance away the hour
'Tillmoon-light steals down among the trembling leaves
Andchecquers all the groundand guides them to the bow'r
The longhaunted bow'rwhere the nightingale grieves.
Then nomore they dance'till her sad song is done
Butsilent as the nightto her mourning attend;
And oftenas her dying notes their pity have won
They vowall her sacred haunts from mortals to defend.
Whendownamong the mountainssinks the ev'ning star
And thechanging moon forsakes this shadowy sphere
Howcheerless would they betho' they fairies are
If Iwithmy pale lightcame not near!
Yetcheerless tho' they'd bethey're ungrateful to my love!
Foroftenwhen the traveller is benighted on his way
And Iglimmer in his pathand would guide him thro' the grove
They bindme in their magic spells to lead him far astray;
And in themire to leave himtill the stars are all burnt out
Whileinstrange-looking shapesthey frisk about the ground
Andafarin the woodsthey raise a dismal shout
'Till Ishrink into my cell again for terror of the sound!
Butseewhere all the tiny elves come dancing in a ring
With themerrymerry pipeand the laborand the horn
And thetimbrel so clearand the lute with dulcet string;
Then roundabout the oak they go 'till peeping of the morn.
Downyonder glade two lovers stealto shun the fairy-queen
Who frownsupon their plighted vowsand jealous is of me
Thatyester-eve I lighted themalong the dewy green
To seekthe purple flow'rwhose juice from all her spells can free.
And nowto punish meshe keeps afar her jocund band
With themerrymerry pipeand the taborand the lute;
If I creepnear yonder oak she will wave her fairy wand
And to methe dance will ceaseand the music all be mute.
O! had Ibut that purple flow'r whose leaves her charms can foil
And knewlike fays to draw the juiceand throw it on the wind
I'd be herslave no longernor the traveller beguile
And helpall faithful loversnor fear the fairy kind!
But soonthe vapour of the woods will wander afar
And thefickle moon will fadeand the stars disappear
Thencheerless will they betho' they fairies are
If Iwithmy pale lightcome not near!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "Emilycalled as she had requestedat an early hourawokelittle refreshed by sleepfor uneasy dreams had pursued herand marred the kindest blessing of the unhappy. Butwhen she openedher casementlooked out upon the woodsbright with the morning sunand inspired the pure airher mind was soothed. The scene was filledwith that cheering freshnesswhich seems to breathe the very spirithealthand she heard only sweet and picturesque soundsif such an[PAGE 196] expression may be allowed--the matinbell of a distantconventthe faint murmur of the sea-wavesthe song of birdsandthe far-off low of cattlewhich she saw coming slowly on between thetrunks of the trees. Struck with the circumstances of imagery aroundhershe indulged the pensive tranquility which they inspired; andwhile she leaned on her windowwaiting still St. Aubert shoulddescend to breakfasther ideas arranged themselves in the followinglines:
THE FIRSTHOUR OF MORNING.
How sweetto wind the forest's tangled shade
When early twilightfrom the eastern bound
Dawns onthe sleeping landscape in the glade
And fades as morning spreads her blush around!
When ev'ryinfant flowerthat wept in night
Lifts its chill head soft glowing with a tear
Expandsits tender blossom to the light
And gives its incense to the genial air.
How freshthe breeze that wafts the rich perfume;
And swells the melody of waking birds;
The hum ofbeesbeneath the verdant gloom
And woodman's songand low of distant herds!
Thendoubtful gleams the mountain's hoary head
Seen through the parting foliage from afar;
Andfarther stillthe ocean's misty bed
With flitting sailsthat partial sun-beams share.
Butvainthe sylvan shade---the breath of May
The voice of music floating on the gale
And formsthat beam through morning's dewy veil
If health no longer bid the heart be gay!
O balmyhour! 'tis thine her wealth to give
Herespread her blushand bid the parent live!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "The sun was now set; butunder the dark branches of thealmond treeswas seen the saffron glow of the westspreading beyondthe twilight of middle air. The bat flitted silently by; andnow andthenthe mourning note of the nightingale was heard. Thecircumstances of the hour brought to her recollection some lineswhich she had once heard St. Aubert recite on this very spotand shehad now a melancholy pleasure in repeating them.
SONNET.
Now thebat circles on the breeze of eve
Thatcreepsin shudd'ring sitsalong the wave
Andtrembles 'mid the woodsand through the cave
Whoselonely sighs the wanderer deceive;
For oftwhen melancholy charms his mind
He thinksthe Spirit of the rock he hears
Norlistensbut with sweetly-thrilling fears
To thelowmystic murmurs of the wind!
Now thebat circlesand the twilight dew
Fallssilent roundando'er the mountain-cliff
Thegleaming wave and far-discover'd skiff
Spreadsthe grey veil of softharmonious hue.
So fallso'er Grief the dew of pity's tear
Dimmingher lonely visions of despair."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "As she descended on the Italian sidethe precipicesbecame still more tremendousand the prospects still more wild andmajesticover which the shifting lights threw all the pomp ofcolouring. Emily delighted to observe the snowy tops of the mountainsunder the passing influence of the dayblushing with morningglowing with the brightness of noonor just tinted with the purpleevening. The haunt of man could now only be discovered by the simplehut of the shepherd and the hunteror by the rough pine bridgethrown across the torrentto assist the latter in his chase of thechamois over crags wherebut for this bestige of manit would havebeen believed only the chamois and the wolf dared to venture. Asemily gazed upon one of these perilous bridgessome images came toher mindwhich she afterwards combined in the following
STORIEDSONNET.
The wearytravellerwhoall night long
Hasclimb'd among the Alps' tremendous steeps
Skirtingthe pathless precipicewhere throng
Wild formsof danger; as he onward creeps
Ifchancehis anxious eye at distance sees
Themountain-shepherd's solitary home
Peepingfrom forth the moon-illumin'd trees
Whatsudden transports to his bosom come!
Butifbetween some hideous chasm yawn
Where thecleft pine a doubtful bridge displays
Indreadful silenceon the brinkforlorn
He standsand views in luna's dubious rays
Farfarbelowthe torrent's rising surge
Andlistens to the wild impetuous roar;
Still eyesthe depthstill shudders on the verge
Fears toreturnnor dares to venture o'er.
Desperateat length the tottering plank he tries
His weaksteps slidehe shriekshe sinks---he dies!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "When she was aloneunable to sleepthe landscapes ofher native homewith Valancourtand the circumstances of herdeparturehaunted her fancy; she drew pictures of social happinessamidst the grand simplicity of naturesuch as she feared she hadbade farewell to for ever; and thenthe idea of this youngPiedmontesethus ignorantly sporting with his happinessreturned toher thoughtsandglad to espcape awhile from the pressure of nearerinterestsshe indulged her fancy in composing the following lines.
THEPIEDMONTESE.
Ahmerryswainwho laugh'd along the vales
And withyour gay pipe made the mountains ring
Why leaveyour cotyour woodsand thymy gales
Andfriends belov'dfor aught that wealth can bring?
He goes towake o'er moon-light seas the string
Venetiangold his untaught fancy hails!
Yet oft ofhome his simple carols sing
And hissteps pauseas the last Alp he scales.
Once morehe turns to view his native scene---
Farfarbelowas roll the clouds away
He spieshis cabin 'mid the pine-tops green
Thewell-known woodsclear brookand pastures gay;
And thinksof friends and parents left behind
Of sylvanrevelsdanceand festive song;
And hearsthe faint reed swelling in the wind;
And hissad sighs the distant notes prolong!
Thus wentthe swaintill mountain shadows fell
And dimm'dthe landscape to his aching sight;
And musthe leave the vales he loves so well?
Canforeign wealthand showshis heart delight?
Nohappyvales! your wild rocks still shall hear
His pipelight sounding on the morning breeze;
Stillshall he lead the flocks to streamlet clear
And watchat eve beneath the western trees.
AwayVenetian gold---your charm is o'er!
And nowhis swift step seeks the lowland bow'rs
Wherethrough the leaveshis cottage light once more
Guides himto happy friendsand jocund hours.
Ahmerryswain! that laughs along the vales
And withyour gay pipe make the mountains ring
Your cotyour woodsyour thymy-scented gales---
Andfriends belov'd---more joy than wealth can bring!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "She looked roundwith anxious enquiry; the deeptwilightthat had fallen over the sceneadmitted only imperfectimages to the eyebutat some distance on the seashe tought sheperceived a gondola: a chorus of voices and instruments now swelledon the air--so sweetso solemn! It seemed like the hymn of angelsdescending through the silence of night! Now it died awayand fancyalmost beheld the holy choir reascending towards heaven; then againit swelled with the breezetrembled awhileand again died intosilence. It brought to Emily's recollection some lines of her latefatherand she repeated in a low voice
--Oft I hear
Upon thesilence of the midnight air
Celestialvoices swell in holy chorus
That bearsthe soul to heaven!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "After supperher aunt sat latebut Montoni did notreturnand she at length retired to rest. If Emily had admired themagnificence of the saloonshe was not less surprisedon observingthe half-furnished and forlorn appearance of the apartments shepassed in the way to her chamberwhither she went through longsuites of noble roomsthat seemedfrom their dreary aspectto havebeen unoccupied for many years. On the walls of some were the fadedremains of tapestry; from otherspainted in frescothe damps hadalmost withdrawn both colours and design. At length she reached herown chamberspaciousdesolateand loftylike the restwith highlattices and opened towards the Adriatic. It brought gloomy images toher mindbut the view of the Adriatic soon gave her others moreairyamong which was that of the sea-nymphwhose delights she hadbefore amused herself with picturing; andanxious to escape fromserious reflectionsshe now endeavoured to throw her fanciful ideasinto a trainand concluded the hour with composing the followinglines:
THESEA-NYMPH.
Downdowna thousand fathom deep
Among thesounding seas I go;
Play roundthe foot of every steep
Whosecliffs above the ocean grow.
Therewithin their secret caves
I hear themighty rivers roar;
And guidetheir streams through Neptune's waves
To blessthe green earth's inmost shore:
And bidthe freshen'd waters glide
Forfern-crown'd nymphs of lakeor brook
Throughwinding woods and pastures wide
And many awildromantic nook.
For thisthe nymphsat fall of eve
Oft danceupon the flow'ry banks
And singmy nameand garlands weave
To bearbeneath the wave their thanks.
In coralbow'rs I love to lie
And hearthe surges roll above
Andthrough the watersview on high
The proudships sailand gay clouds move.
And oft atmidnight's stillest hour
Whensummer seas the vessel lave
I love toprove my charmful pow'r
Whilefloating on the moon-light wave.
And whendeep sleep the crew has bound
And thesad lover musing leans
O'er theship's sideI breathe around
Suchstrains as speak no mortal means!
O'er thedim waves his searching eye
Sees butthe vessel's lengthen'd shade;
Above---themoon and azure sky;
Entranc'dhe hearsand half afraid!
Sometimesa single note I swell
Thatsoftly sweetat distance dies;
Then wakethe magic of my shell
And choralvoices round me rise!
Thetrembling youthcharm'd by my strain
Calls upthe crewwhosilentbend
O'er thehigh deckbut list in vain;
My song ishush'dmy wonders end!
Within themountain's woody bay
Where thetall bark at anchor rides
Attwilight hourwith tritons gay
I danceupon the lapsing tides.
And withmy sister-nymphs I sport
'Till thebroad sun looks o'er the floods;
Thenswift we seek our crystal court
Deep inthe wave'mid Neptune's woods.
In coolarcades and glassy halls
We passthe sultry hours of noon
Beyondwherever sun-beam falls
Weavingsea-flowers in gay festoon.
The whilewe chant our ditties sweet
To somesoft shell that warbles near;
Join'd bythe murmuring currentsfleet
That glidealong our halls so clear.
Therethepale pearl and sapphire blue
And rubyredand em'rald green
Dart fromthe domes a changing hue
And sparrycolumns deck the scene.
When thedark storm scowls o'er the deep
And longlong peals of thunder sound
On somehigh cliff my watch I keep
O'er allthe restless seas around:
'Till onthe ridgy waveafar
Comes thelone vessellabouring slow
Spreadingthe white foam in the air
With sailand topmast bending low.
Thenplunge I 'mid the ocean's roar
My way byquiv'ring lightnings shewn
To guidethe bark to peaceful shore
And hushthe sailor's fearful groan.
And if toolate I reach its side
To save itfrom the 'whelming surge
I call mydolphins o'er the tide
To bearthe crew where isles emerge.
Theirmournful spirits soon I cheer
Whileround the desert coast I go
Withwarbled songs they faintly hear
Oft as thestormy gust sinks low.
My musicleads to lofty groves
That wildupon the sea-bank wave;
Wheresweet fruits bloomand fresh spring roves
Andclosing boughs the tempest brave.
Thespirits of the air obey
My potentvoice they love so well;
Andonthe cloudspaint visions gay
Whilestrains more sweet at distance swell.
And thusthe lonely hours I cheat
Soothingthe ship-wreck'd sailor's heart
'Till fromthe waves the storms retreat
And o'erthe east the day-beams dart.
Neptunefor this oft binds me fast
To rocksbelowwith coral chain
'Till allthe tempest's over-past
Anddrowning seamen cry in vain.
Whoe'er yeare that love my lay
Comewhenred sun-set tints the wave
To thestill sandswhere fairies play;
Thereincool seasI love to lave."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "With such powers of expression the Count sung thefollowing:
RONDEAU.
Soft asyon silver raythat sleeps
Upon theocean's trembling tide;
Soft asthe airthat lightly sweeps
Yon sailthat swells in stately pride:
Soft asthe surge's stealing note
That diesalong the distant shores
Or warbledstrainthat sinks remote---
So softthe sigh my bosom pours!
True asthe wave to Cynthia's ray
True asthe vessel to the breeze
True asthe soul to music's sway
Or musicto Venetian seas:
Soft asyon silver beamsthat sleep
Upon theocean's trembling breast:
So softso truefond Love shall weep
So softso truewith thee shall rest."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "As her imagination painted with melancholy touchesthedeserted plains of Troysuch as they appeared in this after-dayshereanimated the landscape with the following little story.
STANZAS.
O'erIlion's plainswhere once the warrior bled
And oncethe poet rais'd his deathless strain
O'erIlion's plains a weary driver led
Hisstately camels: For the ruin'd fane
Wide roundthe lonely scene his glance he threw
For nowthe red cloud faded in the west
Andtwilight o'er the silent landscape drew
Herdeep'ning veil; eastward his course he prest:
Thereonthe grey horizon's glimm'ring bound
Rose theproud columns of deserted Troy
Andwand'ring shepherds now a shelter found
Withinthose wallsthat rang with princes joy!
Beneath alofty porch the driver pass'd
Thenfromhis camels heav'd the heavy load;
Partookwith them the simplecoolrepast
Andinshort vespergave himself to God.
Fromdistant lands with merchandise he came
His all ofwealth his patient servants bore;
Oftdeep-drawn sighs his anxious wish proclaim
To reachagainhis happy cottage door;
For therehis wifehis little childrendwell;
Theirsmiles shall pay the toil of many an hour.
Ev'n nowwarm tears to expectation swell
As fancyo'er his mind extends her pow'r.
Adeath-like stillness reign'dwhere once the song
The songof heroeswak'd the midnight air
Savewhena solemn murmur roll'd along
Thatseem'd to say---"For future worlds prepare."
For Time'simperious voice was frequent heard
Shakingthe marble temple to its fall
(By handshe long had conquer'dvainly rear'd)
Anddistant ruins answer'd to his call.
WhileHamet slepthis camels round him lay
Beneathhimall his store of wealth was pil'd;
And herehis cruise and empty wallet lay
And therethe flute that cheer'd him in the wild.
The robberTartar on his slumber stole
For o'erthe wasteat evehe watch'd his train;
Ah! whohis thirst of plunder shall control?
Who callson him for mercy---calls in vain!
A poison'dpoignard in his belt he wore
A crescentsword depended at his side
Thedeathful quiver at his back he bore
Andinfants---at his very look had died!
The moon'scold beam athwart the temple fell
And to hissleeping prey the Tartar led;
Butsoft!---a startled camel shook his bell
Thenstretch'd his limbsand rear'd his drowsy head.
Hametawoke! the poignard glitter'd high!
Swift fromhis couch he sprungand 'scap'd the blow;
When froman unknown hand the arrows fly
That laythe ruffianin his vengeancelow.
Hegroan'dhe died! from forth a column'd gate
A fearfulshepherdpale and silentcrept
Whoas hewatch'd his folded flock star-late
Had mark'dthe robber steal where Hamet slept.
He fear'dhis ownand sav'd a stranger's life!
Poor Hametclasp'd him to his grateful heart;
Thenrous'd his camels for the dusty strife
Andwiththe shepherdhasten'd to depart.
And nowAurora breathes her fresh'ning gale
Andfaintly trembles on the eastern cloud;
And nowthe sunfrom under twilight's veil
Looksgaily forthand melts her airy shroud.
Wide o'erthe level plainshis slanting beams
Dart theirlong lines on Ilion's tower'd scite;
Thedistant Hellespont with morning gleams
And oldScamander winds his waves in light.
All merrysound the camel bellsso gay
And merrybeats fond Hamet's heartfor he
E'er thedim ev'ning steals upon the day
Hischildrenwife and happy home shall see."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): [THERE'S A NOTE THAT THIS POEM AND "THE TRAVELLER"APPEARED PREVIOUSLY IN A PERIODICAL PUBLICATION]:
THEPILGRIM.
Slow o'erthe Apenninewith bleeding feet
A patientPilgrim wound his lonely way
To deckthe Lady of Loretto's seat
With allthe little wealth his zeal could pay.
Frommountain-tops cold died the ev'ning ray
Andstretch'd in twilightslept the vale below;
And nowthe lastlast purple streaks of day
Along themelancholy West fade slow.
High o'erhis headthe restless pines complain
As ontheir summit rolls the breeze of night;
Beneaththe hoarse stream chides the rocks in vain:
ThePilgrim pauses on the dizzy height.
Then tothe vale his cautious step he prest
For therea hermit's cross was dimly seen
Crestingthe rockand there his limbs might rest
Cheer'd inthe good man's caveby faggot's sheen
On leafybedsnor guile his sleep molest.
UnhappyLuke! he trusts a treacherous clue!
Behind thecliff the lurking robber stood;
Nofriendly moon his giant shadow threw
Athwartthe roadto save the Pilgrim's blood;
On as hewent a vesper-hymn he sang
The hymnthat nightly sooth'd him to repose.
Fierce onhis harmless prey the ruffian sprang!
ThePilgrim bleeds to deathhis eye-lids close
Yet hismeek spirit knew no vengeful care
Butdyingfor his murd'rer breath'd---a sainted pray'r!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "Emilylistening with surprise and attentiondistinguished the following invocation delivered in the pure andelegant tongue of Tuscany and accompanied by a few pastoralinstruments.
TO ASEA-NYMPH.
O nymph!who loves to float on the green wave
WhenNeptune sleeps beneath the moon-light hour
Lull'd bythy music's melancholy pow'r
O nympharise from out thy pearly cave!
For Hesperbeams amid the twilight shade
And soonshall Cynthia tremble o'er the tide
Gleam onthese cliffsthat bound the ocean's pride
And lonelysilence all the air pervade.
Thenletthy tender voice at distance swell
And stealalong this solitary shore
Sink onthe breezetill dying---heard no more---
Thouwak'st the sudden magic of thy shell.
While thelong coast in echo sweet replies
Thysoothing strains the pensive heart beguile
And bidthe visions of the future smile
O nymph!from out thy pearly cave---arise!
(Chorus)---Arise!
(Semi-chorus)---Arise!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "He endeavoured to amuse her by shewing the environs ofthe townand they often walked together on the sea-shoreand on thebusy quayswhere Emily was frequently interested by the arrival anddeparture of vesselsparticipating in the joy of meeting friendsandsometimesshedding a sympathetic tear to the sorrow of thosethat were separating. It was after having witnessed a scene of thelatter kindthat she arranged the following stanzas:
THEMARINER.
Soft camethe breath of spring; smooth flow'd the tide;
And bluethe heaven in its mirror smil'd;
The whitesail trembledswell'dexpanded wide
The busysailors at the anchor toil'd.
Withanxious friendsthat shed the parting tear
The deckis throng'd---how swift the moments fly;
The vesselheavesthe farewel signs appear;
Mute iseach tongueand eloquent each eye!
The lastdread moment comes!---The sailor-youth
Hides thebig dropand smiles amid his pain
Sooths hissad brideand vows eternal truth
"Farewellmy love---we shall---shall meet again!"
Long onthe sternwith waving handhe stood;
Thecrowded shore sinkslesseningfrom his view
As gradualglides the bark along the flood;
His brideis seen no more---"Adieu!---adieu!"
The breezeof Eve moans lowher smile is o'er
Dim stealsher twilight down the crimson'd west
He climbsthe top-most mastto seek once more
Thefar-seen coastwhere all his wishes rest.
He viewsits dark line on the distant sky
And Fancyleads him to his little home
He seeshis weeping lovehe hears her sigh
He soothsher griefsand tells of joys to come.
Eve yieldsto nightthe breeze to wintry gales
In onevast shade the seas and shores repose;
He turnshis aching eyes---his spirit fails
The chilltear falls;---sad to the deck he goes!
The stormof midnight swellsthe sails are furl'd
Deepsounds the leadbut finds no friendly shore;
Fast o'erthe waves the wretched bark is hurl'd
"OEllenEllen! we must meet no more!"
Lightningsthat shew the vast and foamy deep
Therending thundersas they onward roll
The loudloud windsthat o'er the billows sweep---
Shake thefirm nerveappal the bravest soul!
Ah! whatavails the seamen's toiling care!
Thestraining cordage burststhe mast is riv'n;
The soundsof terror groan along the air
Then sinkafar;---the bark on rocks is driv'n;
Fierceo'er the wreck the whelming waters pass'd
Thehelpless crew sunk in the roaring main!
Henry'sfaint accents trembled in the blast---
Farewellmy love!---we ne'er shall meet again!"
Oftatthe calm and silent ev'ning hour
Whensummer-breezes linger on the wave
Amelancholy voice is heard to pour
Its lonelysweetness o'er poor Henry's grave!
And oftat midnightairy strains are heard
Around thegrovewhere Ellen's form is laid;
Nor is thedirge by village-maidens fear'd
Forlovers' spirits guard the holy shade!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "The hum of the bees alone broke the stillness aroundheraswith other insects of various huesthey sported gaily inthe shadeor sipped sweets from the fresh flowers; andwhileBlanche watched a butter-flyflitting from bud to budshe indulgedherself in imagining the pleasures of its short daytill she hadcomposed the following stanzas.
THEBUTTER-FLY TO HIS LOVE.
Whatbow'ry dellwith fragrant breath
Courtsthee to stay thy airy flight;
Nor seekagain the purple heath
So oft thescene of gay delight?
Longwatch'd I in the lily's bell
Whosewhiteness stole the morning's beam;
Nofluttering sounds thy coming tell
No wavingwingsat distancegleam.
Butfountain freshnor breathing grove
Nor sunnymeadnor blossom'd tree
So sweetas lily's cell shall prove---
The bowerof constant love and me.
When Aprilbuds begin to blow
Theprimroseand the hare-bell blue
That onthe verdant moss bank grow
Withviolet cupsthat weep in dew;
Whenwanton gales breathe through the shade
And shakethe bloomsand steal their sweets
And swellthe song of ev'ry glade
I rangethe forest's green retreats:
Therethrough the tangled wood-walks play
Where norude urchin paces near
Wherescarcely peeps the sultry day
And lightdews freshen all the air.
High on asun-beam oft I sport
O'er bowerand fountainvale and hill;
Oft ev'ryblushing flow'ret court
That hangsits head o'er winding rill.
But theseI'll leave to be thy guide
And shewtheewhere the jasmine spreads
Her snowyleafwhere may-flow'rs hide
Androse-buds rear their peeping heads.
With methe mountain's summit scale
And tastethe wild-thyme's honied bloom
Whosefragrancefloating on the gale
Oft leadsme to the cedar's gloom.
Yetyetno sound comes in the breeze!
What shadethus dares to tempt thy stay?
Oncemealone thou wish'd to please
And withme only thou wouldst stray.
Butwhilethy long delay I mourn
And chidethe sweet shades for their guile
Thoumay'st be trueand they forlorn
And fairyfavours court thy smile.
The tinyqueen of fairy-land
Who knowsthy speedhath sent thee far
To bringor ere the night-watch stand
Richessence for her shadowy car:
Perchanceher acorn-cups to fill
Withnectar from the Indian rose
Or gathernear some haunted rill
May-dewsthat lull to sleep Love's woes:
Or o'erthe mountainsbade thee fly
To tellher fairy love to speed
Whenev'ning steals upon the sky
To dancealong the twilight mead.
But now Isee thee sailing low
Gay as thebrightest flow'rs of spring
Thy coatof blue and jet I know
And wellthy gold and purple wing.
Borne onthe galethou com'st to me;
O!welcomewelcome to my home!
In lily'scell we'll live in glee
Togethero'er the mountains roam!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "One eveningshe lingered here to a late hour. She hadsat on the steps of the buildingwatchingin tranquil melancholythe gradual effect of evening over the extensive prospecttill thegray waters of the Mediterranean and the massy woods were almost theonly features visible; whenas she gazed alternately on theseandon the mild blue of the heavenswhere the first pale star of eveningappearedshe personfied the hour in the following lines:--
SONG OFTHE EVENING HOUR.
Last ofthe Hoursthat track the fading Day
I movealong the realms of twilight air
And hearremotethe choral song decay
Ofsister-nymphswho dance around my car.
Thenas Ifollow through the azure void
Hispartial splendour from my straining eye
Sinks inthe depths of space; my only guide
His faintray dawning on the farthest sky;
Save thatsweet ling'ring strain of gayer Hours!
Whoseclose my voice prolongs in dying notes
Whilemortals on the green earth own its pow'rs
Asdownward on the ev'ning gale it floats.
When fadesalong the west the Sun's last beam
Aswearyto the nether world he goes
Andmountain-summits catch the purple gleam
Andslumb'ring ocean faint and fainter glows;
Silentupon the globe's broad shade I steal
And o'erits dry turf shed the cooling dews
And ev'ryfever'd herb and flow'ret heal
And alltheir fragrance on the air diffuse.
Where'er Imovea tranquil pleasure reigns;
O'er allthe scene the dusky tints I send
Thatforests wild and mountainsstretching plains
Andpeopled townsin soft confusion blend.
Wide o'erthe world I waft the fresh'ning wind
Lowbreathing through the woods and twilight vale
Inwhispers softthat woo the pensive mind
Of him wholoves my lonely steps to hail.
His tenderoaten reed I watch to hear
Stealingits sweetness o'er some plaining rill
Orsoothing ocean's wavewhen storms are near
Orswelling in the breeze from distant hill!
I wake thefairy elveswho shun the light:
Whenfromtheir blossom'd bedsthey slily peep
And spy mypale starleading on the night---
Forth totheir games and revelry they leap;
Send allthe prison'd sweets abroad in air
That withthem slumber'd in the flow'ret's cell;
Then tothe shores and moon-light brooks repair
'Till thehigh larks their matin carol swell.
Thewood-nymphs hail my airs and temper'd shade
Withditties soft and lightly sportive dance
On rivermargin of some bow'ry glade
And strewtheir fresh buds as my steps advance.---
But swiftI passand distant regions trace
Formoon-beams silver all the eastern cloud
And Day'slast crimson vestige fades apace;
Down thesteep west I fly from Midnight's shroud."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "At lengthrecognizing the hand-writing of Valancourtshe readwith tremling anxietythe following linesentitled
SHIPWRECK.
'Tissolemn midnight! On this lonely steep
Beneaththis watch-tow'r's desolated wall
Wheremystic shapes the wanderer appal
I rest;and view below the desert deep.
As throughtempestuous clouds the moon's cold light
Gleams onthe wave. Viewlessthe winds of night
With loudmysterious force the billows sweep
And sullenroar the surges far below.
In thestill pauses of the gust I hear
The voiceof spiritsrising sweet and slow
And oftamong the clouds their forms appear.
But hark!what shriek of death comes in the gale
And in thedistant ray what glimmering sail
Bends tothe storm?---Now sinks the note of fear!
Ah!wretched mariners! no more shall day
Unclosehis cheering eye to light you on your way!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "Thistoowas his favourite season of the yearatwhich they had often together admired the rich and variegated tintsof these woods and the magical effect of autumnal lights upon themountains; and nowthe view of these circumstances made memoryeloquent. As she wandered pensively onshe fancied the followingaddress
TO AUTUMN.
SweetAutumn! how the melancholy grace
Steals onmy heartas through these shades I wind!
Sooth'd bythy breathing sighI fondly trace
Eachlonely image of the pensive mind!
Lov'dsceneslov'd friends---long lost! around me rise
And wakethe melting thoughtthe tender tear!
That tearthat thoughtwhich more than mirth I prize---
Sweet asthe gradual tint that paints thy year!
Thyfarewell smilewith fond regretI view
Thybeaming lightssoft gliding o'er the woods;
Thydistant landscapetouch'd with yellow hue
Whilefalls the lengthen'd gleam; thy winding floods
Now veil'din shadesave where the skiff's white sails
Swell tothe breezeand catch thy streaming ray.
But nowe'en now!---the partial vision fails
And thewave smilesas sweeps the cloud away!
Emblem oflife!---Thus checquer'd is its plan
Thus joysucceeds to grief---thus smiles the varied man!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "The bats aloneof all the animals inhabiting thisregionseemed awake; andwhile they flitted across the silent pathwhich Blanche was pursuingshe remembered the following lineswhichEmily had given her:
TO THEBAT.
From hauntof manfrom day's obtrusive glare
Thoushroud'st thee in the ruin's ivy'd tow'r
Or in someshadowy glen's romantic bow'r
Wherewizard forms their mystic charms prepare
WhereHorror lurksand ever-boding Care!
Butatthe sweet and silent ev'ning hour
Whenclos'd in sleep is ev'ry languid flow'r
Thoulov'st to sport upon the twilight air
Mockingthe eyethat would thy course pursue
In many awanton roundelasticgay
Thouflitt'st athwart the pensive wand'rer's way
As hislone footsteps print the mountain-dew.
FromIndian isles thou com'stwith Summer's car
Twilightthy love---thy guide her beaming star!"
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "The wind was highand as she drew near the chateausheoften paused to listen to its awful soundas it swept over thebillowsthat beat belowor groaned along the surrounding woods;andwhile she rested on a cliff at a short distance from thechateauand looked upon the wide watersseen dimly beneath the lastshade of twilightshe thought of the following address
TO THEWINDS.
Viewlessthrough heavn's vast vaultyour course ye steer
Unknownfrom whence ye comeor whither go!
Mysteriouspow'rs! I hear ye murmur low
'Tillswells your loud gust on my startled ear
Andawful! seems to say---some God is near!
I love tolist' your midnight voices float
In thedread storm that o'er the ocean rolls
Andwhiletheir charm the angry wave controuls
Mix withits sullen roarand sink remote:
Thenrising in the pausea sweeter note---
The dirgeof spiritswho your deeds bewail---
A sweeternoteoft swellswhile sleeps the gale!
But soonye sightless pow'rs! your rest is o'er:
Solemn andslow ye rise upon the air
Speak inthe shroudsand bid the sea-boy fear;
And thefaint-warbled dirge---is heard no more!
Oh! then Ideprecate your awful reign!---
The loudlament yet bear not on your breath!
Bear notthe crash of bark far on the main;
Bear notthe cry of menwho cry in vain---
The crew'sdread chorus sinking into death!
Oh! givenot theseye pow'rs---I ask alone
As'raptI climb these dark romantic steeps---
Theelemental warthe billow's moan:
I ask thestillsweet tearthat list'ning Fancy weeps."
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TheMysteries of Udolpho4 vols. (London: G. G. and J. Robinson1794): "The sun was now setting on that tract of the PyrenŽeswhich divides Languedoc from Rousillonandplacing herself oppositeto a small grated windowwhichlike the wood-tops beneathand thewaves lower stillgleamed with the red glow of the westshe touchedthe chords of her lute in solemn symphonyand then accompanied itwith airsto whichin happier daysValancourt had often listed inraptureand which she now adapted to the following lines.
TOMELANCHOLY.
Spirit oflove and sorrow---hail!
Thy solemnvoice from far I hear
Minglingwith ev'ning's dying gale:
Hailwiththis sadly-pleasing tear!
O! at thisstillthis lonely hour
Thine ownsweet hour of closing day
Awake thylutewhose charmful pow'r
Shall callup Fancy to obey.
To paintthe wild romantic dream
That meetsthe poet's musing eye
As on thebank of shadowy stream
Hebreathes to her the fervid sigh.
O lonelyspirit! let thy song
Lead methrough all thy sacred haunt;
Theminster's moon-light aisles along
Wherespectres raise the midnight chaunt.
I heartheir dirges faintly swell!
Thensinkat once in silence drear;
Whilefrom the pillar'd cloister's cell
Dimlytheir gliding forms appear!
Lead wherethe pine-woods wave on high
Whosepathless sod is darkly seen
As thecold moonwith trembling eye
Darts herlong beams the leaves between.
Lead tothe mountain's dusky head
Wherefarbelowin shade profound
Wideforestsplainsand hamletsspread
And sadthe chimes of vesper sound.
Or guideme where the dashing oar
Justbreaks the stillness of the vale;
As slow ittracks the winding shore
To meetthe ocean's distant sail:
To pebblybanksthat Neptune laves
Withmeasur'd surgesloud and deep;
Where thedark cliff bends o'er the waves
And wildthe winds of autumn sweep:
Therepause at midnight's spectred hour
And listthe long-resounding gale:
And catchthe fleeting moon-light's pow'r
O'erfoaming seas and distant sail."
NOTE:
*AnnRadcliffe's poems were collected into an edition in 1816under thetitle The Poems of Mrs. Ann Radcliffe (London: Printed by andfor J. Smith1816)118 pp..This edition seeks to collect togetherall of the poems featured in her novels; the groupingthereforecovers the 1816 edition and adds to it a few poems not featured inthat edition. As Radcliffe's poetical work in her heyday alwaysworked within her novelsthis collection also seeks to put each poemback into its fictional context.
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