496 I INDIFFERENCE ENVY not in any moods the captive void of noble rage, the linnet born within the cage, that never knew the summer woods; I envy not the beast that takes his license in the field of time, unfettered by the sense of crime, to whom a conscience never wakes; nor, what may count itself as blest, the heart that never plighted troth but stagnates in the weeds of sloth, nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; A. TENNYSON 497 M TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AIDEN, that with sullen brow sitt'st behind those virgins gay, soft the glances of the youth, loathing thy polluted lot, hie thee, maiden, hie thee hence! S. T. COLERIDGE 498 499 DELIA FAIR the face of orient day, fair the tints of op'ning rose, Sweet the lark's wild-warbled lay, But, Delia, on thy balmy lips let me, no vagrant insect, rove! O let me steal one liquid kiss! for oh! my soul is parched with love. R. BURNS THE BROOK AUGH of the mountain! lyre of bird and tree! pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn! the soul of April, unto whom are born the rose and jessamine, leaps wild in thee! to me thy clear proceeding brighter seems than golden sands, that charm each shepherd's gaze. How without guile thy bosom, all transparent as the pure crystal, lets the curious eye thy secrets scan, thy smooth round pebbles count! how, without malice murmuring, glides thy current! O sweet simplicity of days gone by! thou shun'st the haunts of men, to dwell in limpid fount! H. W. LONGFELLOW 500NE word is too often profaned for me to profane it; one feeling too falsely disdained One hope is too like despair for prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love, the worship the heart lifts above 501 THER 502 P. B. SHELLEY HERE is a shadow for each bough an answering echo for each sound for each star that doth shine; If that frail bough should broken be, and when the voice has passed away The stream once dried, yon star in heaven but should that heart be taken from me, A BACCHANALIAN SONG TREW the roses, raise the song; STR see the master comes along: lusty Revel joined with Laughter, Whim and Frolic follow after: the Fauns around the vats remain to show the work and share the gain. All around and all around they sit to riot on the ground; a vessel stands amidst the ring, and here they laugh, and there they sing; or rise a jolly, jolly band, and dance about it hand in hand; ANON 503 504 dance about and shout amain, THE BETROTHED WOMAN'S faith and woman's trust; write the characters in dust: stamp them on the running stream; shall be clearer, firmer, better, I told my true love of the token, how her faith proved light and her word was broken; again her word and truth she plight, and I believed them again ere night. FULVIA ES; Fulvia is like Venus fair; YE SIR W. SCOTT has all her bloom and shape and air: but still, to perfect every grace, she wants-the smile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore, Then smile, my fair; and all, whose aim W. SHENSTONE 505 506 THENE'ER I see those smiling eyes, WHE so full of hope and joy and light, to dim a heaven so purely bright— For time will come with all its blights, THE EXEQUIES RAW near, DRA you Lovers that complain of Fortune or Disdain, and to my ashes lend a tear; melt the hard marble with your groans, whose cold embraces the sad subject hide No verse, no epicedium bring, nor peaceful requiem sing, to charm the terrours of my hearse; the sacred silence that dwells here. T. MOORE Vast griefs are dumb; softly, oh! softly mourn, Yet strew upon my dismal grave such offerings as you have, forsaken cypress and sad yew: |