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( From Schiller . ) With deaden'd rays
O ' er still sepulchral groves the moon delays ; Sighing , the Night Spirit sweeps the vaulted gloom—The mist-clouds lower ; The stars just shower 5 Faint , mournful beams , as lamps within a tomb . Like spectres , silent , hollow-visag'd , wan , In solemn death-pomp , blackening on the sight . Where the hearse leads , a train moves slowly on . Wrapt in the mist-glooms of the funeral night .
Tottering on his crutch along , 11 Who , with agoniz'd and downcast eye , With heart outpour'd in murmurs strong , Bent sorely by his iron destiny , Staggers behind the mute-borne bier ? 15 Hfirk ! did " Father" burst upon his ear ? Did hvs boy speak ? A shuddering fright Is o ' er his soul ; with chilly sweat His sorrow-wasted frame is wet ,
His silver-hairs are rais ed upright . Torn is his bosom ' s wound again ! Burns through his soul its hell of pain ! cc Father , * upon his brain did start , " Son ! " echoed back the father ' s heart ,
Oh , Ice-cold , ice-cold , in his winding sheet , 25 Here he lies low , With all thy dreams , so golden , and so sweet , Golden and sweet , but to increase thy woe , Here , ice-cold in his winding-sheet he lies , Thy dear delight , thy Paradise ! 30
Mild , as when rob'd with Elysian airs o ' er him , Flora ' s son slips from Aurora ' s embrace , Breathing a heav * n of soft odours before him , And drives thro * bright meadows his frolicsome race , So thro * the fields thy lost darling went sporting— 35 His image shone back from the silver-white wave , And maidens , a share in his games fondly courting , Enraptur ed would melt at the kisses he gave .
Boldly he sprang where his equals were thronging , And mov'd like a roc on the hills in its prime , 4 & Unmaster'd , his thoughts and his wishes went longing And tow ' ring to heav'n , like an eagle sublime .
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A GRAVE-YARD SKETCH .
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mote beau 4 deal irk which his soul always delighted ? If thte Editor of the Repository will submit to the incmhbrance , I offer him the following translation of one of Schiller ' s most characteristic lyrical idyls . As it is occasionally abrupt and obscure , I will subjoin a corn men * tary to connect the parts and rill up the chasms as far as I can understand the matter , begging Comar Yates , or some other ingenious correspondent , to communicate his ideas , if he sees things iu a different light from mine .
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enough ; when he is ignorant of them , he ought not to say that u fortune , ' * and " the hand of order , ' operated here , but be should confess his ignorance . Much that was produced by the " fortune" of which the author so obscurely speaks , was the result often of particular circumstances noVv unknown , and often of national character , as well as original individual genius , to all which had he alluded more specifically , his analysis would hare been much happier and more gratifying . But then what would have become of that sublime and re-
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Critical Synopsis of the Monthly Hepository for Octefar , i $ 2 & 583
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1826, page 583, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2553/page/11/
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