Farewell, farewell, fair Ines,
That vessel never bore
So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before,—
Alas for pleasure on the sea,
And sorrow on the shore!
The smile that blest one lover's heart
"The Haunted House," by the same author, is one of the truest poems ever written—one of the truest—one of the most unexceptionable—one of the most thoroughly artistic, both in its theme and in its execution. It is, moreover, powerfully ideal—imaginative. I regret that its length renders it unsuitable for the purposes of this Lecture. In place of it, permit me to offer the universally appreciated "Bridge of Sighs."
One more Unfortunate, Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments Touch her not scornfully; Make no deep scrutiny Still, for all slips of hers, |
Loop up her tresses Who was her father? Alas! for the rarity Sisterly, brotherly, Where the lamps quiver |