LOUISA. BY ROBERT ANDERSON. WHERE yon tall pine nods o'er the deep, And murm'ring chides each passing gale, Louisa oft would sit and weep, And tell, with broken sighs, her tale. Seduc'd, a prey to Want and Grief, The world no pleasures could impart; With woe-worn looks of wild despair, Then gaze on one, her only care, The living record of her shame; And in each feature fondly trace The look that did her heart betray, Then bending o'er his infant face, Would weep the ling'ring hours away. "Ah, pretty babe! she oft would cry, Thy smile but deeper wounds my breast: Ah! where from sorrow can I fly? The grave's my only seat of rest. VOL. IV. Ah, pretty babe! no father hears Nor marks her tender bosom beat. Be sorrow poor Louisa's lot; Yet still her pray'r shall be to Heav'n, That, tho' by him she lov'd, forgot, His wrongs to her may be forgiv'n." A stranger now to soft repose, No more the mourner hop'd for peace; And Heav'n, in pity to her woes, Soon bade Louisa's sorrows cease. Where yon' tall spire o'ertops the height, And many a place of rest is seen; There wanders one from morn to nightGuilt marks his look and alter'd mien. He heeds no stranger's proffer'd aid, On one he looks, to one he speaks, Who oft he prays kind Heav'n to save; And with his babe, the maniac seeks Wild flow'rs to deck Louisa's grave. SONNETS, IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN. SONNET FROM BETTINELLI. VENICE. Venice, situated on the Adriatic Gulph, was founded by Refugees, in the fourth Century, when Italy was overrun by Attila, King of the Huns. WITH talons terrible, for slaughter spread, From wrath and rapine, trembling with dismay, SHEFFIELD, DECEMBER 12, 1804. ALCEUS. SONNET, FROM GAETANA PASSERINI. GENOA. Liberty speaks as she walks among the Ruins of Genoa, after it had been bombarded, but not subjugated, by Louis XIV. in 1684. "My native Genoa!-if with tearless eye, "For here, triumphant tho' in ashes, lie "Conquest to noble Suffering lost the day, Kiss'd the dear relics, mouldering as they lay, And cried-"In RUINS art THOU -YES!-In BONDAGE? NO!" ALCEUS. SONNET, FROM BENEDETTO DALL' UVA. CYPRUS. The original of the following Sonnet was written in 1571, during the siege of Famagusta, in the Island of Cyprus, by the Turks; and was truly prophetic of its fall. The garrison surrendered to save the town from the fate of Nikosia, where Mustapha, in the preceding year, had massacred 14,000 inhabitants; but a few days after the capitulation the brave Governor was flayed alive by the treacherous Turks; and Cyprus (the profligacy of whose inhabitants was proverbial) remained the victim of their cruelty. THUS saith the Lord-" In whom shall Cyprus trust, With all her crimes, her luxury and pride? In her lascivious loves will she confide, Her harlot Daughters, and her Queen of Lust? My day is come-when o'er her neck in dust, Then he that bought, and he that sold in thee, And thou, who mad'st thy rampart of the sea, ALCEUS. |