70 ELIZABETH'S SONG OH! that we two were maying over the fragrant leas; like children with young flowers playing Oh! that we two sat dreaming on the sward of some sheep-trimmed down; from river and mead and town. Oh! that we two lay sleeping under the church-yard sod; with our limbs at rest in the quiet earth's breast, and our souls at home with God! C. KINGSLEY 71 RE TRANQUILLITY OETIRE, and timely, from the world, if ever thou hopest tranquil days: its gaudy jewels from thy bosom sever, despise its pomp and praise. The purest star that looks into the stream its slightest ripple shakes, and Peace, where'er its fierce splendours gleam, her brooding nest forsakes. The quiet planets roll with even motion in the still skies alone; o'er Ocean they dance joyously, but Ocean they find no rest upon. 72 W. S. LANDOR WE'LL GO NO MORE A ROVING So, we'll go no more a roving so late into the night, though the heart be still as loving, For the sword outwears its sheath, and lips must pause to breathe, 73 74 75 Though the night was made for loving and the day returns too soon, yet we'll go no more a roving by the light of the moon. ON CHLORIS BEING ILL AN I cease to care? CAN can I cease to languish, while my darling fair is on the couch of anguish? Every hope is fled, every fear is terror; Hear me, Pow'rs divine! LORD BYRON R. BURNS I' HOME 'VE roamed through many a weary round, pleasure in every clime I've found, but sought in vain for rest. While glory sighs for other spheres, I feel that one's too wide, and think the home, which love endears, The needle thus, too rudely moved, till having found the place it loved, GRIEF AND BEAUTY RY those fair, those crystal eyes, T. MOORE to drown their banks. Grief's sullen brooks 76 thy lovely face was never meant AGAINST DESIRE OF LONG LIFE H. KING LL-BUSIED man! why should'st thou take such ILL-BU care to lengthen out thy life's short kalendar? when every spectacle thou look'st upon, presents and acts thy execution: each drooping season and each flower doth cry, The beating of thy pulse, when thou art well, and all those weeping dews, which nightly fall, H. KING 77 THE THE BLESSING OF SYMPATHY HE low sweet tones of Nature's lyre nor vainly smiles along the shady way nor unlamented sink to rest sweet roses one by one, nor autumn leaves decay. There's not a star the heaven can show, there's not a cottage hearth below, but feeds with solace kind the willing soul- the curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control. J. KEBLE 78 TO A LADY OO late I've stayed, forgive the crime; how noiseless falls the foot of Time, that only treads on flowers! What eye with clear account remarks when all its sands are diamond sparks, Ah, who to sober measurement 79 W. R. SPENCER 80 like tones-oh! never to be heard again, like voices from the sea where the sea-maids be, like aught of pleasure with a touch of pain. A more melodious tune never beneath the moon was uttered, since the Delphian girls were young, and the chaste Dian, bright with beauty and delight, lay listening on the mountains, while they sung. EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS 'HE lady Mary Villiers lies THE under this stone; with weeping eyes known unto thee, shed a tear; 81 82 though a stranger to this place, OF WOLFRAM'S SONG IN TANNHAUSER T. CAREW H! from your sacred seats look down, Open our hearts and set them free Thee, holy Love, I bid arise GAIETY 83 I laughed and danced and talked and sung; But when the hour of trial came, |