rose

TO HELEN.
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HELEN, thy beauty is to me


Like those NicGan barks oi yore,
That gently, o'cr petfum'd sea,


The weary, way-worn wanderer bore


To his own native shore.


On desperate seas long wont TO roam,


Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home


To the glory that was Greece


And the grandeur THAI " as Rome.
Lo. in yon brilliant window-nche


How statue-lke see thee stand!
The agate lamp within Thy hand,


All! Psyche, from the regions which


Are Holy Land!
Apeison of fine perceptions, and unacquainted
ahthe writings of Mr.. Poe, observed, on look
g a. this head Of him, that the lower part OF
Y face is that Of the critic, cold, hard, and self
sScient; while the upper part, especially the
s7ws, expresses great feeling, and tenderness OF
ding. We wish the "Psy ychc" had taken him
senough in that "NicGan bark" to give the
zession of the upper part of the face larger
spondsrance than we find in his reviews of tho
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