INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, Of white-robed Scholars only-this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence! 5 Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Lingering, and wandering on as loth to die; 10 TO A SKYLARK. ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! [To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler! that love-prompted strain, ("Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; 5 10 A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood 15 Of harmony, with instinct more divine: Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! WHY ART THOU SILENT? IS THY LOVE A PLANT. [TO A DISTANT FRIEND.] WHY art thou silent? Is thy love a plant Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant- 5 The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak-though this soft warm heart, once free to A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine 10 Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know! CAMPBELL. 5 HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven 20 But redder yet that light shall glow And bloodier yet the torrent flow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few, shall part, where many meet! Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. |