282 DEATH AND BURIAL OF A CHILD AT SEA. At last my sisters, with humane constraint, And prayed to end my pilgrimage of pain, Ah, had he lived to reach this wretched land, And then expired, I would have blessed the strand; I cannot come with broken heart to sigh O'er his loved dust, and strew with flowers his turf ; I may not pour the tear-drop from mine eye ANON. HOSE ruined shrines and towers that seem Amid whose fairy loneliness Nought but the lapwing's cry is heard, Nought seen but (when the shadows flitting Fast from the moon, unsheath its gleam) Some purple-winged sultana sitting Upon a column motionless, And glittering like an idol bird! MOORE. ORTENTOUS Egypt! I in thee behold Of the scorched Orient, in caution where Lurks the Chinese. Thou wondrous Egypt! through I trace. In thee to the inquirer's gaze Nature uncovered first the ample breast Of science that contemplates, measuring, Heaven's vault, and tracks the bright stars' circling course. From out the bosom of thine opulence And glory vast imagination spreads Her wings. In thine immortal works I find |