Select Poetry.

Otago Witness, Issue 585, 14 February 1863, Page 7

Select Poetry.

Pars.' (From the Spectator) Imperial mistress of a thiuiowi sho-vs. City scarce second in tiie worlu's renown, Thy baubles are aaceptre *nd a crown To play with, as thy favour comes and goes. Between thy palaces the river flows, Smiling, yet mindful of the Bastille's frown, Its fall — and his who hurled emn'res down As he went crashing to his fiery close ; He watches «ilent on his column there. Lichte glpain beneath, crowds flow, and couriers prance ; The sight is dazzled by the sound and glare Of chariots that through green E'y3iuma glan^p. All that there is of pleasure is tnos^ fair — ■The type aad cynosure of courtly France. LONDON. Dim miles of smoke behind. I look before Through looming curtains of November rain. Till ejes and ears are weiry with the strain ; Amid the glare and "loom I hear the ro ir Of Life's sea beating pa a bniren shore. Terrible .arbiter of joy and pain ! A thousand hopes ore wrecks of thy dul^ilain— A thousand liearts have leirned to love no more. Over the gleaming bridges— on the street That ebb 3 and flows beneath the silent doma, Life's pulse is throbbing nt a fever heat ; City of cities battle field nnr\ lnme Of England's greatest, greatly wvi v their spoil*, Thou front ami emblem of the old world's toils. J. N.