Call for the robin-red breast and the wren, What bird so sings, yet so does wail? JOHN LYLY. Bartlett says, "It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the Mignonette." Close his eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend Stand of man of Sun, kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the Snow! What cares he? he cannot know; hiin - low! Lay POEMS OF PEACE AND WAR. WAR FOR THE SAKE OF PEACE. WAR. What painful patience? What incessant care? And, as he charges through the prostrate war, Then ardent rise! O, great in vengeance rise! WAR. JAMES THOMSON. AH! whence yon glare, That fires the arch of heaven? — that dark-red smoke In darkness, and pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round! Hark to that roar, whose swift and deafening In countless echoes through the mountains ring, The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men scene, And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers. The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away, And the bright beams of frosty morning dance Of the outsallying victors; far behind, Each tree which guards its darkness from the Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched Waves o'er a warrior's tomb. |