THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. "T is filled wherever thou dost tread, The shepherd gladly heareth thee, Thee country hinds with gladness hear, Thee Phœbus loves, and does inspire; Phœbus is himself thy sire. To thee, of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou Dost neither age nor winter know; 93 But, when thou 'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest. THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. FELLOW. TRANSLATED BY LONG "HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That castle by the sea? Golden and red above it “And fain it would stoop downward In the evening's crimson glow." "Well have I seen that castle, “The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?" "The winds and the waves of ocean, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, "And sawest thou on the turrets "Led they not forth, in rapture, "Well saw I the ancient parents, Without the crown of pride; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe; No maiden was by their side!" CASABLANCA. CASABIANCA. - Mrs. Hemans. THE boy stood on the burning deck, The flame that lit the battle's wreck Yet beautiful and bright he stood, A proud, though childlike, form. The flames rolled on, he would not go, He called aloud," Say, father, say He knew not that the chieftain lay "Speak, father!" once again he cried, And but the booming shots replied, Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death 95 And shouted but once more aloud, My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, They wrapt the ship in splendor wild, There came a burst of thunder sound; With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, 2 LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN. Lockhart. 1 Ar the gate of old Grenada, when all its bolts are barred, At twilight, at the Vega-gate, there is a trampling heard; There is a trampling heard, as of horses treading slow, And a weeping voice of women, and a heavy sound of woe. "What tower is fallen? what star is set? what chief come these bewailing?" "A tower is fallen! A star is set! Alas! alas for LAMENTATION FOR THE DEATH OF CELIN. 97 Three times they knock, three times they cry, the doors wide open throw; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go! In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman holding in his hand a black and flaming torch. Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, For all have heard the misery,— "Alas! alas for Celin!" ; Him yesterday a Moor did slay, of Bencerrage's blood 'T was at the solemn jousting; around the nobles stood; The nobles of the land were there, and the ladies bright and fair Looked from their latticed windows, the haughty sight to share; But now the nobles all lament, the ladies are bewailing, For he was Grenada's darling knight,—"Alas! alas for Celin!" Before him ride his vassals, in order two by two, With ashes on their turbans spread, most pitiful to view; Behind him his four sisters, each wrapped in sable veil, Between the tambour's dismal strokes take up their doleful tale; When stops the muffled drum, ye hear their brotherless wailing, - And all the people, far and near, cry, "Alas! alas for Celin!" The Moorish maid at her lattice stands, the Moor stands at his door; One maid is wringing of her hands, and one is weep ing sore; |