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But why do ye plant 'neath the billows dark
the wrecking reef for the gallant bark?
there are snares enough on the tented field;
'mid the blossomed sweets that the valleys yield;
there are serpents to coil ere the flowers are up;
there's a poison-drop in man's purest cup;
there are foes that watch for his cradle breath,
and why need ye sow the floods with death?

L. H. SIGOURNEY 215

AN EPITAPH
'HIS little vault, this narrow room,

the dawning beam, that 'gan to clear
our clouded sky, lies darkened here;
for ever set to us by death,
sent to enflame the world beneath.
'Twas but a bud, yet did contain
more sweetness than shall spring again,
a budding star that might have grown
into a sun, when it had blown.
This hopeful beauty did create
new life in love's declining state ;
but now his empire ends, and we
from fire and wounding darts are free;
his brand, his bow, let no man fear;
the flames, the arrows all lie here.

T. CAREW 216

EXTREME OF LOVE OR HATE IVE me more love or more disdain; the torrid or the frozen

zone
bring equal ease unto my pain,

the temperate affords me none;
either extreme of love or hate
is sweeter than a calm estate,
Give me a storm ;—if it be love,

like Danäe in that golden shower,
I swim in pleasure; if it prove

in—that torrent will devour
my vulture hopes, and he's possessed
of heaven, that's but from hell released ;
then crown my joys or cure my pain;
give me more love or more disdain.

T. CAREW

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217

THE WATERFALL

MARK

ARK how, a thousand streams in one,

one in a thousand, on they fare, now flashing to the sun,

now still as beast in lair.

How round the rock, now mounting o'er,
in lawless dance they win their way,
still seeming more and more

to swell as we survey.
They win their way, and find their rest
together in their ocean home,
from East and weary West,

from North and South they come.

They rush and roar, they whirl and leap,
not wilder drives the wintry storm:
yet a strong law they keep,
strange powers their course inform.

J. KEBLE

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OME, little infant, love me now, , clear thine aged father's brow

from cold jealousy and fears. Pretty surely 'twere to see

by young Love old Time beguiled, while our sportings are as free

as the nurse's with the child
Now then love

me: time may take
thee before thy time away;
of this need we'll virtué make,

and learn love before we may.
So we win of doubtful fate,

and, if good to us she meant, we that good shall antedate,

or, if ill, that ill prevent.

A. MARVELL

219

THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE

ARTIAL, the things that do attain

the riches left, not got with pain;

the fruitful ground, the quiet mind: the equal friend, no grudge, no strife;

no charge of rule, nor governance; without disease, the healthful life;

the household of continuance:

the mean diet, no delicate fare;

true wisdom joined with simpleness; the night discharged of all care;

where wine the wit may not oppress:
the faithful wife, without debate;

such sleeps as may beguile the night;
contented with thine own estate,
ne wish for death, ne fear his might.

EARL OF SURREY

220

THE RETURN OF SPRING

G :

LOOMY winter's now awa',

'mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw

the mavis sings fu' cheerie O. towering o'er the Newton woods, laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds; siller saughs, wi' downie buds,

adorn the banks sae brierie 0.
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
feathery breckans fringe the rocks,
'neath the brae the burnie jouks,

and ilka thing is cheerie O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' thee, my dearie 0.

R. TANNAHILL 221

PAST AND FUTURE

BROCI

ROOD not on things gone by,

on friendships lost, and high designs o'erthrown, and old opinions swept away like leaves

before the autumn blast.

brood not on things gone by!
thy house is left unto thee desolate,
thou canst not be again what once thou wert,

away, my soul, away!

no longer weakly cower
o'er the white ashes of extinguish'd hope,
nor hover ghostlike round the sepulchre

of thy departed joys:

another star hath risen,
another voice is calling thee aboard,
thy bark is launch'd, the wind is in thy sail;
away, my soul, away!

W. S. WALKER

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TIMES

"IME'S an hand's-breadth; 'tis a tale;

'tis a vessel under sail; 'tis an eagle in its way, darting down upon its prey;

'tis an arrow in its flight,
mocking the pursuing sight;
'tis a short-lived fading Aower;
'tis a rainbow on a shower;
'tis a momentary ray,
smiling in a winter's day;
'tis a torrent's rapid stream;
'tis a shadow; 'tis a dream;
'tis the closing watch of night,
dying at the rising light;
'tis a bubble; 'tis a sigh;
be prepared, O man, to die.

F. QUARLES 224

HERRICK
Y dearest love, since thou wilt go,

for love or pity, let me know
the place where I may find thee.

AMARYLLIS
In country meadows, pearled with dew,

and set about with lilies:
there, filling maunds with cowslips, you
may find your Amaryllis.

HERRICK
What have the meads to do with thee,

or with thy youthful hours ?
live thou at 'court, where thou may'st be

the queen of men, not flowers.
Let country wenches make 'em fine

with posies, since 'tis fitter
for thee with richest gems to shine,

and like the stars to glitter.

R. HERRICK

225

IT

THE PURSUIT OF THE IDEAL
T is not Beauty I demand,

a crystal brow, the moon's despair,
nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,

nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair:
give me, instead of Beauty's bust,

a tender heart, a loyal mind
which with temptation I would trust,

yet never linked with error find,

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