From Morning in the vine-yards straying--
Sweet child, so fair and meek!
She lieth down, and tired of playing,
Darkens the bright grass with her cheek.
One arm upon her eyes she foldeth,
O'er which her hair is softly fann'd,
And still with fainting grasp she holdeth
The lilies in her hand.
Oh--wake her not! the forest streams
With balmy lips are breathing rest;
Nor stir the garland of sweet dreams
Which Sleep hath bound upon her breast.
_New Monthly Magazine_.
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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_.
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ADVENTURES OF A YOUNGER SON.
These are three volumes of spirit-stirring scenes, understood to
be written by Captain Trelawney, the friend of Lord Byron. They are
said to embody many incidents of the early life of the writer, though
portions are too strongly tinged with romance to belong to sober
reality. The Younger Son is driven from his native hearth by a cruel
father. His proud spirit revolts at such oppression. He sings with Byron
And now I'm in the world alone,
Upon the wide wide sea;
But why should I for others groan,
When none will sigh for me.
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