PRIVATE LINGUIST, AUTHOR OF THE „MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.“ TRIESTE PRINTED BY THE AUST. LLOYD's. 280. l. 6 THE MOON. On beholding the Moon much magnified I was seized with joy and melancholy, My thoughts, first loose, into captivity Hast'ly shrunk back whence they vaguely surmised; For, having mountains, hills, valleys, espied As with a glow tinged of Serenity "There is, shouted I in temerity, The placid world for souls after expired!' When a sterner voice prompted unto me: Worm of worms! and how mayst thou unravel The deepest of creation's mystery Death, the dwelling of Future, Destiny? Instead mentally thus far to travel Creep on Earth, pry and look but into thee! THE GROTTO OF ADELSBERG. Jealous of such gem not to be engrav'n Is the dazzling aspect of this recess, My mind ecstasied dares lowly express: 'If so grand beneath, what should then be Heaven?' In lieu of entombed Time waxing craven, Or in sore decay bewail past distress, Lo! it chastily carved, in bright success Of alabaster drops, a blissful hav'n, Fairylike, to whirl imagination And transport Art; a cosmic catacomb Congealed for young Nature's recreation, A haunt from the world's toil and vexation, A tunnel for her Poetry t'enwomb - The spell-bound gaze of many a Nation. INTRODUCTION. SONNET. Thanks to my memoirs, my calling and Muse Whilst some indulge in prose I write in rhyme, As some choose to sing some singing refuse. But, Prose and Poetry are both of use Love to Virtue show, scorn to ill and crime; Tho' their voice in prose is far more profuse; To prolix prose in melody condense And a friendly link between these two lies, TRIESTE, April 15.th, 1863. The Author. |