Follow to the deep wood’s weeds,
Follow to the wild-briar dingle,
Where we seek to intermingle,
And the violet tells her tale
To the odour-scented gale,

The waters are flashing,
The white hail is dashing,
The lightnings are glancing,
The hoar-spray is dancing—
Away!

Emily,
A ship is floating in the harbour
A wind is hovering o’er the mounta
There is a path on the sea’s azure
No keel has ever plough’d that pat

MY faint spirit was sitting in th
   Of thy looks, my love;
   It panted for thee like the hin
   For the brooks, my love.
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the

Ghosts of the dead! have I not he
Rise on the night-rolling breath o
When o’er the dark aether the temp
And on eddying whirlwind the thund
For oft have I stood on the dark

Melodious Arethusa, o’er my verse
Shed thou once more the spirit of
Who denies verse to Gallus? So, w
Glidest beneath the green and purp
Of Syracusan waters, mayst thou f

THE wind has swept from the wide
Each vapour that obscured the suns
And pallid Evening twines its bea
In duskier braids around the langu
Silence and Twilight, unbeloved o

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,
To bathe this burning brow.
Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,
As thou walkest o’er the dewy dale
Where humble wild-flowers grow?

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
Count Francesco Cenci.
Giacomo, his Son.
Bernardo, his Son.
Cardinal Camillo.

Hark! the owlet flaps his wings
In the pathless dell beneath;
Hark! ’tis the night-raven sings
Tidings of approaching death.