THELMON
AND
CARMEL
;
AN
IRREGULAR
POEM
.
PART
THE
FIRST
.
IN
THELMON'S
breast
contending
passions
rise
,
While
,
with
resentment
stung
,
he
proudly
flies
;
The
harmonist
divine
,
to
madness
fir'd
,
Rashly
to
CARMEL'S
youthful
charms
aspir'd
;
But
she
,
with
Virtue's
awful
power
possess'd
,
Taught
him
to
blush
,
and
drove
him
from
her
breast
.
First
anger
in
his
heated
bosom
rose
,
With
pride
he
burns
,
for
speedy
vengeance
glows
:
His
instrument
,
of
heaven-inspired
sound
,
Touch'd
by
dire
discord
wounds
the
air
around
;
Then
vengeance
dies
,
and
fierce
disdain
succeeds
;
He
flies
,
while
CARMEL'S
heart
with
sorrow
bleeds
;
His
agonies
are
chang'd
to
bitter
scorn
,
Nor
can
the
lofty
spirit
stoop
to
mourn
;
Disowning
every
tie
that
link'd
the
heart
,
He
lost
in
vice
the
racking
sense
of
smart
;
He
gave
a
scope
to
all
his
mad
desires
.
(
Perverted
genius
deepest
crimes
inspires
)
The
wanton
chords
he
struck
with
loose
delight
,
And
wit's
strong
flashes
shed
luxuriant
light
;
Till
,
satiate
with
the
empty
joys
of
sense
,
And
oft
disgusted
with
their
impotence
,
Wearied
of
follies
reap'd
without
controul
,
With
self-reproach
he
smarted
to
the
soul
;
With
shame
and
scorn
from
noisy
pleasures
flew
,
And
to
the
calms
of
solitude
withdrew
;
Nature
exploring
,
and
with
music
fir'd
,
Lost
in
research
he
wander'd
as
inspir'd
.
PART
THE
SECOND
.
REMOV'D
from
man
,
and
summer's
tuneful
groves
,
Alone
harmonious
THELMON
strays
to
muse
;
O'er
rugged
hills
,
through
long
rough
paths
he
roves
,
To
where
,
impell'd
by
winds
,
the
ocean
roars
,
Heaves
its
vast
surges
on
the
echoing
shores
,
Foams
'mid
the
rocks
,
and
dashes
the
thick
ooze
.
Now
on
the
sounding
beech
,
sublime
in
thought
,
He
view'd
the
wonders
of
the
horrid
deep
,
Which
from
the
heavens
the
ponderous
torrents
caught
,
While
briny
mountains
brave
the
darken'd
sky
,
Where
lowering
clouds
replete
with
waters
fly
,
And
stormy
winds
the
heavens
and
ocean
sweep
.
Nor
jarring
elements
untun'd
his
soul
,
Each
natural
cause
still
tracing
to
its
source
,
While
driven
on
winds
the
waves
tremendous
roll
;
Curious
to
meditate
on
Nature's
law
,
The
vast
Creator
in
his
works
he
saw
,
And
contemplation
guides
his
wandering
course
.
Humbled
by
youthful
crimes
and
curb'd
desires
,
Abstracted
through
life's
mazy
paths
he
trod
,
The
love
of
science
damp'd
his
former
fires
;
And
with
a
heart
form'd
to
converse
with
man
,
A
genius
rais'd
on
Nature's
noblest
plan
,
He
inward
drew
his
powers
,
and
sought
his
GOD
.
Pond'ring
on
man's
vain
passions
as
he
stood
,
He
heard
the
transports
of
the
empty
wind
,
The
vain
contentions
of
the
mighty
flood
,
Till
the
tir'd
storm
scowl'd
cross
the
heaving
main
;
The
spray
no
more
flies
o'er
the
distant
plain
,
And
the
faint
sun
through
filmy
vapours
shin'd
.
Calm
'midst
advancing
shades
dissolv'd
the
day
,
The
silenc'd
winds
scarce
shook
the
showery
leaves
,
And
through
the
heavens
the
watery
vapours
stray
;
Then
o'er
the
sea
(
tumultuous
now
no
more
)
Which
beat
the
rocks
,
and
gently
dash'd
the
shore
,
A
solemn
melody
his
spirit
breathes
.
THELMON
,
whom
passions
now
no
more
controul
,
To
science
and
to
music
gave
his
soul
;
Fair
CARMEL'S
charms
alone
his
love
had
fir'd
,
Unmark'd
the
mind
which
every
grace
inspir'd
,
With
violence
it
flam'd
,
but
soon
expir'd
.
His
heedless
wanderings
fate
or
chance
decides
,
But
now
again
near
CARMEL'S
dwelling
guides
;
Of
which
unmindful
,
still
he
rov'd
the
plains
,
And
to
the
setting
sun
pour'd
forth
sublime
his
strains
.
PART
THE
THIRD
.
The
grove
is
hush'd
,
the
saffron-tinged
clouds
Shoot
down
their
softening
colours
to
the
west
;
Advancing
night
the
sable
mountains
shrouds
,
And
with
her
dewy
feet
are
meads
and
flowrets
press'd
.
Slowly
the
solemn
moon
its
full
orb
rears
,
And
through
the
skies
its
lucid
influence
throws
,
Each
glittering
star
'mid
fleecy
clouds
appears
,
And
through
th'
immeasurable
path
of
heaven
The
high
galaxy
glows
.
The
moon-beams
glide
serene
across
the
lake
,
Whose
glassy
bosom
gloomy
branches
shade
;
The
dying
gale
the
murmuring
sedges
shake
,
While
sounds
melodious
,
pouring
through
the
grove
,
The
solemn
stillness
of
the
night
invade
.
Cool
as
the
eve
,
mild
as
the
lucid
spheres
,
Fair
CARMEL
wanders
'mid
the
nightly
dew
;
But
wondering
stood
,
as
through
her
well-tun'd
ears
She
listening
soft
harmonious
numbers
drew
.
On
the
chaste
moon
she
fix'd
her
crystal
eyes
,
Her
ear
attentive
caught
the
trembling
sounds
;
Responsive
her
lone
bosom
utter'd
sighs
,
While
the
musician
pours
his
lofty
strains
,
They
fill
the
woods
,
they
echo
o'er
the
plains
,
The
distant
air
with
heavenly
notes
resounds
.
SONG
OF
THELMON
.
"
In
the
cool
bosom
of
the
solemn
night
"
With
songs
sublime
I
hail
the
Power
Divine
,
"
As
from
yon
orb
the
quivering
beams
of
light
"
Surround
the
shades
,
and
through
the
ether
bright
"
Soften
the
scene
,
and
o'er
the
trembling
waters
shine
.
"
'Mid
splendent
day
oft
jarring
passions
war
,
"
But
calm
at
eve
I
tread
the
silent
grove
,
"
And
feel
delight
from
every
brook
and
star
:
"
Each
solemn
scene
I
view
with
sacred
awe
,
"
While
from
a
mental
glance
of
Nature's
law
"
I
learn
the
wonders
of
almighty
love
.
"
Rude
were
the
storms
which
deep
through
my
sad
breast
"
Have
striv'n
the
germs
of
virtue
to
expel
;
"
Rebellious
passions
robb'd
my
soul
of
rest
:
"
But
in
despondency's
most
baleful
hour
"
I
felt
within
a
renovating
Power
"
Strengthen
my
soul
,
and
all
at
last
is
well
.
"
My
mind
,
no
more
in
boisterous
transports
drown'd
,
"
Reflective
feels
a
bosom
form'd
for
love
,
"
Senses
which
touch
the
strings
of
thought
profound
,
"
And
taste
each
bliss
in
Nature's
calm
retreats
;
"
While
o'er
this
wilderness
of
thorny
sweets
"
Wandering
,
with
harmony
of
soul
I
move
.
"
He
ceas'd
,
and
'midst
the
thickets
stray'd
along
.
The
listening
virgin's
bosom
swell'd
with
woe
,
'Mid
silent
tears
she
heard
the
solemn
song
—
Well
did
her
soul
his
heavenly
accents
know
.
Re-kindled
passions
warm
her
heaving
breast
,
While
memory
teems
with
proofs
of
former
love
;
Deep
in
her
heart
each
accent
is
impress'd
,
Scarce
can
she
quit
the
lake
,
or
shadowy
waving
grove
.
Her
fancy
hears
amidst
the
murmuring
gale
Still
the
faint
echoes
of
his
music
roll
,
Homeward
she
bends
at
last
,
fatigu'd
and
pale
,
And
vainly
strives
to
calm
her
trembling
soul
.
PART
THE
FOURTH
.
THE
moon
is
sunk
,
and
heaven's
resplendent
stars
Glimmer
'mid
nightly
shades
and
morning
grey
,
O'er
the
low
plains
a
whitish
mist
appears
;
While
slivering
every
eastern
cloud
,
the
dawn
,
Infusing
slow
the
promise
of
the
morn
,
Faint-ting'd
the
couch
where
CARMEL
thoughtful
lay
.
From
her
clear
eyes
large
pearly
drops
descend
,
Unusual
fires
thrill
through
her
trembling
veins
:
As
when
the
potent
solar
rays
extend
O'er
tracts
where
long
congealing
ice
and
snows
Like
mountains
rise
,
near
polar
circles
froze
,
And
melting
by
its
heat
wild
deluge
the
vast
plains
.
Remembrance
pour'd
its
influence
through
her
soul
;
Her
aching
bosom
heav'd
with
bitter
sighs
,
Her
agitated
thoughts
distracted
roll
;
And
to
her
fev'rish
fancy
THELMON
rose
—
Now
lofty
verse
in
strains
harmonious
flows
,
Now
passion
speaks
in
his
all-potent
eyes
.
Like
an
imperfect
dream
the
past
appears
,
His
errors
fleet
like
a
dissolving
cloud
;
His
virtues
shine
like
uneclipsed
stars
:
No
more
the
sense
of
wrongs
secures
her
heart
,
Her
bosom
burns
with
unavailing
smart
,
And
all
within
the
hopeless
flame
avow'd
.
Restless
she
lay
,
till
o'er
the
mantling
skies
The
dazzling
radiance
of
the
morning
rose
;
From
the
broad
light
she
turn'd
her
weeping
eyes
,
And
,
spent
with
passion
and
the
weight
of
thought
,
The
transient
comfort
of
soft
sleep
she
sought
,
And
listless
sunk
at
length
to
half
repose
.
Thus
a
sad
prey
to
misery
,
CARMEL
found
No
kind
resource
to
mitigate
the
wound
;
Void
of
pursuits
,
her
heart
seeks
no
relief
,
No
active
duty
rouses
her
from
grief
:
Though
calm
she
seem'd
,
within
the
poison
wrought
;
And
her
affections
quite
absorb'd
each
thought
;
The
light
of
day
her
sorrowing
mind
oppress'd
;
Night
was
alone
congenial
to
her
breast
;
Each
eve
she
strays
to
soothe
her
joyless
soul
,
And
pleas'd
beholds
the
lengthening
shadows
roll
.
PART
THE
FIFTH
.
IN
the
mild
west
dissolv'd
the
blaze
of
day
;
The
rosy
heavens
rich
varying
tints
o'erspread
;
Bright
shone
the
hills
beneath
the
evening
ray
;
Amid
the
corn
wild
crimson
poppies
blow
,
All
nature
wore
a
universal
glow
,
And
joy
was
echo'd
o'er
th'
illumin'd
mead
.
Untouch'd
by
every
accent
of
delight
,
Amid
the
smiling
harvest
CARMEL
stray'd
;
Then
climb'd
a
craggy
hill
of
towering
height
,
Where
hanging
woods
luxuriant
foliage
spread
,
And
wild
blown
flowers
their
spicy
odours
shed
;
Thence
she
the
grand
extensive
scene
survey'd
.
Night
did
not
yet
possess
its
dark
domain
,
But
gradual
shades
o'erspread
the
burning
sky
;
The
solemn
lake
,
the
flower-enamell'd
plain
,
Catch
the
last
rays
of
the
descending
orb
,
Whose
fiery
blaze
the
distant
seas
absorb
,
While
through
the
western
clouds
the
crimson
glories
fly
.
Nature
in
glowing
plenty
smil'd
below
,
Above
the
clouds
incessant
varying
roll
;
As
CARMEL
view'd
the
fertile
landscape
glow
,
Touch'd
by
the
view
,
the
glorious
work
she
prais'd
,
And
to
the
Universal
Parent
rais'd
,
Fervent
in
prayer
,
her
energetic
soul
.
The
fading
landscape
lessens
on
her
sight
,
Amid
the
ether
stars
celestial
shine
;
Some
scatter'd
clouds
still
catch
the
ebbing
light
,
And
by
the
glimmering
rays
distinct
she
view'd
THELMON
,
who
lost
in
contemplation
stood
,
As
if
in
converse
with
the
heavenly
Nine
.
She
strove
to
speak
,
but
all
her
powers
were
bound
:
O'er
her
fair
breast
fast
flow'd
a
silent
flood
,
While
he
with
musing
pace
was
wandering
round
The
rugged
path
,
and
pass'd
regardless
by
;
He
saw
her
not
,
but
drew
unconscious
nigh
,
Then
mingled
in
the
umbrage
of
the
wood
.
In
vain
again
to
calm
her
breast
she
tries
,
Her
livid
eyes
survey'd
the
ruthess
heaven
;
The
briny
showers
she
shed
,
the
deep-felt
sighs
,
Which
mix'd
with
prayers
her
wretched
bosom
heav'd
,
Alike
amid
a
friendless
void
were
breath'd
,
Or
by
the
winds
to
neighbouring
mountains
driven
.
Now
when
the
clouds
roll'd
heavy
o'er
the
stars
,
And
chilling
midnight
spread
a
dreary
gloom
,
She
dried
the
painful
sluices
of
her
tears
;
Devoid
of
hope
she
wish'd
not
for
its
light
,
And
,
thoughtless
of
the
dangers
of
the
night
,
Restless
return'd
in
silence
to
her
home
.
PART
THE
SIXTH
.
THE
shades
of
night
and
glimmering
dawn
are
fled
,
The
rising
sun
the
parting
clouds
has
fir'd
;
The
purple
hills
illumin'd
flame
with
red
,
While
THELMON
,
fraught
with
praise
,
forsakes
his
bed
,
With
love
of
Nature
and
her
truths
inspir'd
.
The
waving
corn
,
moist
with
the
pearly
dew
,
Glitters
beneath
the
sun's
refulgent
rays
;
Luxuriant
o'er
each
hedge
wild
roses
grew
,
And
ripening
fruits
prolific
greet
his
view
—
All
Nature
smil'd
a
thousand
various
ways
.
Silent
this
morn
was
his
melodious
tongue
,
And
listening
to
the
songsters
of
the
grove
,
He
envied
their
sweet
lays
,
as
blythe
they
sung
;
For
with
a
transient
pang
his
heart
was
wrung
,
Reflecting
on
their
pure
and
artless
loves
.
Bitter
remembrance
deep
pervades
his
soul
,
The
glistening
lake
,
the
high-grown
trees
he
knew
;
O'er
the
sweet
plains
his
eyes
rekindling
roll
,
"
Here
CARMEL'S
virtues
did
his
fires
controul
,
"
Deeply
he
blush'd
,
and
quick
his
eyes
withdrew
.
Touch'd
by
her
wrongs
,
his
soul
its
guilt
confess'd
;
His
breast
,
which
heav'd
with
deep
remorse
and
smart
,
Mourning
past
crimes
,
an
anxious
wish
possess'd
,
A
wish
which
no
obtruding
pride
suppress'd
,
To
own
the
errors
of
his
alter'd
heart
.
PART
THE
SEVENTH
.
CARMEL
he
seeks
:
the
wandering
maid
he
found
,
And
with
each
look
inflicts
a
deeper
wound
;
She
strove
to
veil
her
blushes
from
his
sight
,
And
hide
her
terrors
by
a
sudden
flight
;
Yet
could
not
fly
,
nor
scarce
resolve
to
stay
,
Her
burning
heart
contending
passions
sway
.
Approaching
her
,
with
awe
serene
he
spoke
,
While
from
his
eyes
the
light
of
virtue
broke
;
With
humble
dignity
his
crimes
confess'd
,
No
rage
against
himself
his
words
express'd
:
Too
well
he
knew
,
when
swell'd
by
passion's
tide
,
How
hard
the
task
the
throbbing
heart
to
guide
;
And
penitence
he
felt
,
devoid
of
pride
.
He
view'd
her
with
surprize
,
for
while
he
speaks
,
Delight
—
not
anger
,
flush'd
her
modest
cheeks
;
Th'
emotions
of
her
soul
her
eyes
pourtray
,
Where
transient
fires
in
vivid
flashes
play
:
Rekindling
transports
as
he
gaz'd
arise
,
Which
ting'd
his
lips
,
and
fir'd
his
rapt'rous
eyes
;
New
sympathies
within
his
bosom
sprung
,
Which
warm
in
hope
impel
his
glowing
tongue
:
Pure
and
refin'd
his
passions
now
appear
,
His
virtues
strengthen'd
,
and
his
heart
sincere
;
His
voice
sublime
,
his
eyes
alike
inspire
,
Pervade
her
soul
,
and
fill
her
breast
with
fire
:
Dubious
no
more
,
she
seeks
not
to
retreat
,
Too
strongly
love
did
in
her
bosom
beat
;
Fast
from
her
eyes
the
tears
of
transport
flow
,
Joy
takes
the
language
of
her
former
woe
;
Amid
the
shower
a
smile
seraphic
broke
—
She
gave
her
hand
,
and
thus
impassion'd
spoke
:
"
I
seek
not
to
restrain
my
throbbing
heart
,
"
Nor
veil
its
candour
with
the
show
of
art
;
"
Forgiveness
beams
upon
thee
from
mine
eyes
,
"
While
all
thy
virtues
to
my
memory
rise
.
"
Within
I
feel
such
powerful
sympathy
,
"
Such
strong
attraction
of
my
soul
to
thee
,
"
That
no
false
pride
in
this
important
hour
"
Swerves
my
pure
heart
with
its
tyrannic
power
.
"
With
agony
I
saw
excess
controul
"
A
mind
whose
grandeur
ever
aw'd
my
soul
;
"
Thy
wonderous
songs
,
replete
with
genuine
fire
,
"
The
love
of
nature
which
those
songs
inspire
,
"
Were
in
my
heart
impress'd
with
power
divine
;
"
In
vain
I
strove
thine
image
to
resign
,
"
And
mourn'd
the
fall
of
such
a
soul
as
thine
:
"
But
now
thy
penitence
o'erjoy'd
I
view
,
"
And
yield
my
heart
,
as
to
thy
virtue
due
.
"
He
heard
,
while
joy
redoubled
in
his
breast
,
And
strong
emotions
every
look
express'd
;
Sublime
his
soul
its
ardent
love
pourtray'd
,
But
most
his
future
life
his
gratitude
display'd
.