Stanzas for Music. "O Lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Felix! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nymphá, sensit." GRAY'S "Poemata." THERE's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; "T is not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, BYRON. Lucy Gray: or Solitude. OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; -The sweetest thing that ever grew You yet may spy the fawn at play, "To-night will be a stormy night- 66 And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow." That, Father! will I gladly do: 'Tis scarcely afternoon The minster-clock has just struck two, At this the Father raised his hook, Not blither is the mountain roe; The storm came on before its time: The wretched parents all that night At day-break on a hill they stood And thence they saw the bridge of wood, They wept-and turning homeward, cried, Then downwards from the steep hill's edge And then an open field they crossed: They followed from the snowy bank And further there were none! -Yet some maintain that to this day That you may see sweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song, That whistles in the wind. WORDSWORTH. Song. On May Morning. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, MILTON. Song. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude, Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. SHAKSPEARE. [From "As you like it."] |