TA Dean so

SONNET.

I CANNOT part from thee! thy image still
Lingers around me with all beauteous things;
Whate'er is bright and pure thy memory brings,
And life with lovelier dreams 'tis thine to fill;
In prayer I hear thy accents soft and deep,
Catch from thine eye devotion's holiest glow;
In grief thy sighs seem breathing hush'd and low;
Thy soothing tones are round me when I weep;
In joy thy smile still beams its gentle light,
Radiant with feeling, sympathy, and love;
Thy form is round me wheresoe'er I rove;
Thy sweet sad gaze still fills my tranced sight;
I cannot part from thee! no, thou art shrin'd
With all high holy visions of my mind!

T. E. R.

LEONORA D'ESTE TO TASSO.

I.

FAREWELL! farewell! go forth, thou rich in song—

Fly far away from faithless Italy;

And as thy bark skims joyously along

O'er the deep azure of the southern sea,
Then while new hopes arise, a radiant throng,
Forget the past and dream no more of me;
But let another reign thy bosom's queen,
More bright, more worthy thee than I have been.

II.

I would not be a shade upon thy soul,

Thou shouldst be free as the young birds of heav'n,
Thou shouldst dart radiantly from pole to pole,
Where'er fresh hopes and favouring skies are giv'n.
While I-it matters not-to fate's control

I must submit although my heart be riv'n,
And I have learn'd, through many a stormy day,
The stern-the humbling lesson-to obey !