Vision of Belshazzar : :
Sun of the sleepless! . . . . . . .
Were my bosom as false as thou deemst it to be
Herod's lament for Mariamne . . . .
On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus
By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept .
The destruction of Semnacherib ... . .
From Job .

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HEBREW MELODIES.

HEBREW MELODIES.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

II.
One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is inocent!