165 Forgetful of her broken vows How TO THE RAINBOW LORD LANSDOWNE OW glorious is thy girdle cast Heaven still rebuilds thy span, T. CAMPBELL 166 ILLUSORY APPEARANCES 167 OT seldom, clad in radiant vest, not seldom Evening in the west The smoothest seas will sometimes prove and, if she trusts the stars above, The umbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread, THY W. WORDSWORTH A LOVER'S MISGIVINGS HYRSIS, when we parted, swore 168 'Twas the lark that upward sprung! Cease, my doubts, my fears to move spare the honour of my love. T. GRAY TROUBADOUR SONG HEY rear'd no trophy o'er his grave, Tthey bade no requiem flow; what left they there to tell the brave A shiver'd spear, a cloven shield, a helm with its white plume torn, He lies not where his fathers sleep, F. HEMANS 169 H THE SLEEP OF THE BRAVE OW sleep the brave, who sink to rest to dwell a weeping hermit there. W. COLLINS 170 171 172 INSENSIBILITY TO LOVE SAY, stranger to that mind, which pity and esteem can move, Is it because you fear to share Alas! by some degree of woe the heart can ne'er a transport know, LORD LYTTELTON IMPATIENT LOVE To him, who in an hour must die, not swifter seems that hour to fly, than slow the minutes seem to me, which keep me from the sight of thee. Not more that trembling wretch would give than I to shorten what remains of that long hour which thee detains. O, come to my impatient arms, O, come with all thy heavenly charms; the pain I feel from this delay. JEALOUS LOVE LORD LYTTELTON HEN I think on your truth, I doubt you no more WHEN I blame all the fears I gave way to before, I say to my heart 'Be at rest, and believe that whom once she has chosen, she never will leave.' But ah! when I think on each ravishing grace some fortunate rival in every friend. 173 174 These painful suspicions you cannot remove, since you neither can lessen your charms nor my love; but doubts caus'd by passion you never can blame, for they are not ill-founded, or you feel the same. THE POET AND THE NIGHTINGALE AID a people to a poet 'Go out from among Sus straightway! while we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine. There's a little fair brown nightingale, who sitting in the gateway makes fitter music to our ear, than any song of thine.' The poet went out weeping-the nightingale ceased chanting; 'Now wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?' 'I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting, whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.' The poet went out weeping-and died abroad bereft there,― the bird flew to his grave and died amid a thousand wails! yet, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there was only of the poet's song, and not the nightingale's. THE VIOLET HE violet in her greenwood bower, THE where birchen boughs with hazel mingle, may boast herself the fairest flower in glen, in copse or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue more sweet through watery lustre shining. The summer sun that dew shall dry SIR W. SCOTT 175 176 'WOE'S JEREMIAH E'S me!' the peaceful prophet cried to stem man's wrath, to school his pride, 'O, place me in some silent vale where groves and flowers abound; nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail, If his meek spirit erred, opprest what sin is ours to whom heaven's rest I is pledged to heal earth's woes? LYRA APOSTOLICA TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS DO confesse thou'rt smooth and faire, and I might have gone near to love thee, had I not found the slightest prayer that lips could move, had power to move thee; but I can let thee now alone as worthy to be loved by none. I do confesse thou'rt sweet; yet find thy favours are but like the wind that kisseth everything it meets. and since thou canst with more than one, 177 The morning rose that untouched stands armed with her briars, how sweet she smells! but plucked and strained through ruder hands, her sweets no longer with her dwells; but scent and beautie both are gone, and leaves fall from her, one by one. |