Stamboul! proud city of the East! Sister of Rome!--old mistress of a world-- Wilt thou from thy high state be hurled? Shall not thy sinewy arm be strung With its accustomed power?--at least Gird on thy mail, and let thy dirge, If thou _must_ die, upon the battle's verge, Amid the shock of arms, be sung!" The energy of the language and the appropriateness of the figures, appear to us worthy of high praise. We have several beautiful descriptions of calm and quiet scenery. What follows, contrasts admirably with the lines we have just quoted. "I look upon the stars sometimes--I love To watch their twinkling in the azure ground Of Heaven's o'er-arching canopy, where move Ten thousand worlds--which, starting with a bound-- Plough with fiery track, the unseen waves Of fathomless immensity; to see, Age after age, that sky hung o'er the graves Of buried nations, as a tapestry-- A funeral canopy when dyed with gloom; That sky, which, robed in majesty, looked bright Upon Columbus, when he sought the tomb Of all his hopes, or strove to snatch from night, And claim the birthright of a world. 'Tis when I view the stars, bright handmaids of the moon-- Who walks among them as a virgin queen-- That, with those stars to riot, seem a boon From Heaven; I love to see that moon's pure beams-- Like lightning shot upon the watery waste, Which like a mine of living diamonds gleams-- Each sparkling but an instant--as in haste To hide its liquid lustre in the wave-- A jeweled bathing place--a starlit home-- Fit--ay, beautifully fit to lave The light of worlds in upper air which roam." There is much of that highly romantic and poetical imagery in this, which must please every reader of taste. A stanza of similar style is in the lines to page 32. "And when the stars were breathing out Their holy light to earth, And diamonding the glad blue sky For the young moon's queenly birth, I've gazed upon some lovely one, And thought that it might be A glorious home in the afterworld, In which to live with thee." And this at page 82. "The air is like a tideless sea Of pure and silvery light, And the waters glance transparently, Illumed by the queen of night. The crested waves as they dash on high, And dissolve in pearly beads, Appear as a carpet spread gaudily, Where the giant sea-god treads." There is much, too, in the following lines, which comes over the senses "like the sweet south."