When I shall voice aloud, how good Stone walls do not a prison make, Angels alone, that soar above, Richard Lovelace. I 6. THE QUESTION. DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender blue bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind, and the moonlight-coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, With moonlight beams of their own watery light; Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way Shelley. 7. AN ANGEL IN THE HOUSE. HOW sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Alas! we think not what we daily see 8. CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING. GE ET up, get up, for shame! the blooming morn Fresh quilted colours through the air: The dew bespangling herb and tree : Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the east, Nay not so much as out of bed; And sung their thankful hymns: 'tis sin, When as a thousand virgins on this day Rise, and put on your foliage, and be seen Gems in abundance upon you: 'Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept : Come, and receive them, while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying; Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark Or branch; each porch, each door, ere this, Made up of whitethorn neatly interwove, As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And sin no more, as we have done by staying; There's not a budding boy or girl this day Back, and with whitethorn laden home : And some have wept, and wooed, and plighted troth, Many a green gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even ; From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks picked; yet we're not a-Maying! Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time : We shall grow old apace, and die Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun,: And as a vapour, or a drop of rain So when or you or I are made Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Herrick. 9. PHYLLIS. N petticoat of green, IN Her hair about her een; Sat milking her fair flock: 'Mongst that sweet-strained moisture, (rare delight,) Drummond of Hawthornden. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE, SISTER TO SIR PHILIP Sidney. NDERNEATH this marble hearse UNDE Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. II. TO CONSTANTIA SINGING. Ben Jonson. HUS to be lost, and thus to sink and die, THU Perchance were death indeed!-Constantia, turn! In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie, Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burn Between thy lips, are laid to sleep; Within thy breath, and on thy hair, like odour it is yet, And from thy touch like fire doth leap. Even while I write, my burning cheeks are wet, A breathless awe, like the swift change Unseen but felt in youthful slumbers, Wild, sweet, but uncommunicably strange, Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers. |