There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.