With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too, As the sun-shine or rain may prevail; And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too, With a barn for the use of the flail : A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game, And a purse when a friend wants to borrow; I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame, Nor what honours await him to-morrow. From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secured by a neighbouring hill; And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With my friends may I share what to-day may afford, And when I at last must throw off this frail covering But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is thread-bare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow. レ - Collins CLXV Life! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part; And when, or how, or where we met Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dearPerhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; --Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night,- but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning. A. L. Barbauld The Golden Treasury Book Fourth CLXVI ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold Oft of one wide expanse had I been told J. Keats CLXVII ODE ON THE POETS Bards of Passion and of Mirth -Yes, and those of heaven commune Browsed by none but Dian's fawns; Thus ye live on high, and then Bards of Passion and of Mirth Double-lived in regions new! J. Keats CLXVIII LOVE All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine stealing o'er the scene She lean'd against the arméd man, Few sorrows hath she of her own The songs that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful air, She listen'd with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah! The deep, the low, the pleading tone |