Yet wears thy Tiber's shore Rome, Rome! thou art no more THE DISTANT SHIP. THE sea-bird's wing, o'er ocean's breast While the red radiance of the west And yet that splendour wins thee not— Look round thee !-o'er the slumbering deep, A solemn glory broods; A fire hath touch'd the beacon-steep, A thousand gorgeous clouds on high A softening thought of human cares, Is not yon speck a bark which bears Oh! do not Hope, and Grief, and Fear, Bright are the floating clouds above, My soul is on that bark's lone way— THE BIRDS OF PASSAGE. BIRDS, joyous birds of the wandering wing! Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring?. "We come from the shores of the green old Nile, From the land where the roses of Sharon smile, From the palms that wave through the Indian sky, From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby. "We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd Silent they lie with the deserts round! We have cross'd proud rivers, whose tide hath roll'd And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, O joyous birds, it hath still been so ; "A change we have found there—and many a change! Faces, and footsteps, and all things strange! Gone are the heads of the silvery hair, And the young that were have a brow of care, Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth, THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty, side by side, The same fond mother bent at night One, 'midst the forest of the west, The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one— One sleeps where southern vines are drest, He wrapt his colours round his breast And one-o'er her the myrtle showers And parted thus they rest, who play'd They that with smiles lit up the hall, MOZART'S REQUIEM. [A short time before the death of Mozart, a stranger, of remarkable appearance, and dressed in deep mourning, called at his house, and requested him to prepare a requiem, in his best style, for the funeral of a distinguished person. The sensitive imagination of the composer immediately seized upon the circumstance as an omen of his own fate; and the nervous anxiety with which he laboured to fulfil the task, had the effect of realizing his impression. He died within a few days after completing this magnificent piece of music, which was performed at his interment.] |