Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: UNDER A PORTRAIT OF JUKOWSKY charm and sweetness of his magic verse Will mock the envious years for centuries! Since youth, on hearing them, for glory burns, The wordless sorrow comfort in them sees, And careless joy to wistful musing turns. Pushkin. Jukowsky was a Russian poet. THE VISION T REMEMBER a marvellous instant, Unto me bending down from above, Thy radiant vision appearing As an angel of beauty and love. 'Mid the torments of desperate sadness, In the torture of bondage and sighs, To me rang thy voice so beloved— And I dreamed thy miraculous eyes. But the years rolled along—and life's tempests My illusions, my youth overcame, I forgot that sweet voice full of music— And thy glance like a heavenly flame. In the covert and grief of my exile, The days stretched unchanged in their flight, Bereft inspiration or power, Bereft both of love and of light. To my soul now approaches awakening, To me thou art come from above, As a radiant and wonderful vision— As an angel of beauty and love. As before my heart throbs with emotion, Life looks to me worthy and bright, And I feel inspiration and power— And again love and tears and the light! Pushkin.I LOVED THEE T LOVED thee; and perchance until this moment Within my breast is smouldering still the fire! Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal, Nothing shall rouse again the old desire! I loved thee with a silent desperation— Now timid, now with jealousy brought low, I loved devoutly,—with such deep devotion— Ah may God grant another love thee so! Pushkin. A SERENADE J WATCH Inesilla Thy window beneath, Deep slumbers the villa In night's dusky sheath. Enamoured I linger, Close mantled, for thee— With sword and with guitar, 0 look once on me! Art sleeping? Wilt wake thee Guit...