The Golden Treasury Book Fourth CCVIII TO THE MUSES Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoy'd in you! The languid strings do scarcely move, The sound is forced, the notes are few. W. Blake CCIX 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 What doth strengthen and what maim :- Bards of Passion and of Mirth J. Keats CCX 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 Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: He stared at the Pacific-and all his men J. Keats CCXI 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! She listen'd with a flitting blush, Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, That sometimes from the savage den, In green and sunny glade, — There came and look'd him in the face And that unknowing what he did, And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain ; And that she nursed him in a cave, His dying words-but when I reach'd All impulses of soul and sense The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved-she stepp'd aside, |