II. They passed away-that strange and solemn train: They passed away-the sun-beams brightly shone, Rose o'er the torch-lit crowd. I was alone:- And waved in wild luxuriance o'er the stone Chafed by the storms of years; an emblematic bloom, A halo-coronal of light o'er grandeur's tomb. III. Around me all was calm and still; the wind, And traceried shaft, (2) that seemed too frail to bear The wintry storms and tempests in their might, Surviving ages. While yon sculptured knight, (3) With falchion, helmed brow, and hauberk'd breast, Unknown, defaced and prostrate lies, despite His lineage high, proud name, and noble crest. IV. On his carved shield the moss and lichens gay That, e'en as dreams and visions of the night, To the dim confines of oblivion's wave; And now wake only 'neath the transient ray That mem'ry's beacon sheds, as o'er a grave, Calling them back to life, from darkness and decay. EXTEMPORANEOUS SONNETTA, WITH VARIATIONS, COMPOSED FOR AND INSCRIBED TO THE BARON PAGANINI. Envy doth Merit as its shade pursue, And, like the shadow, proves the substance true. GREAT hero of the fiddlestick!-whose sway Art thou, indeed, a disembodied sprite, 66 Revisiting the glimpses of"-gas-light— “Making night” musical?-Or dost thou play With human finger each surpassing strain, Which from that wand of power, thy fiddle-bow, Flies forth like sound's swift lightning,-then again Melts, soft as distant vespers, or the flow Of glad, bright streams that sparkle o'er the plain, Or solemn dirges, wailing faint and low, G Then bursting forth, as with the trumpet's blast, If Orpheus was another name for thee? And if, whene'er thou play'd'st by mount or dell, Whirled round in one vast waltz, rock, stream, and tree? And have you really such choice fiddlestrings? (1) |