THE DIRGE OF IMOGEN. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, WILLIAM COLLINS. THE DIRGE OF IMOGEN. FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Fear no more the frown o' the great, Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash ; Thou hast finished joy and moan: YORK AND LANCASTER. All lovers young, all lovers must No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! And renowned be thy grave! SHAKSPEARE. YORK AND LANCASTER. IF this fair rose offend thy sight, "Twill blush to find itself less white, But if thy ruby lip it spy, As kiss it thou mayst deign, With envy pale 'twill lose its dye, ANONYMOUS. WITH fingers weary and worn, Stitch, stitch, stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; |