Which of Thy kindness Thou has sent; And my content Makes these and my beloved beet To be more sweet. 'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink, Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand All this, and better dost Thou send That I should render for my part Which, fir'd with incense, I resign But the acceptance, that must be, ROBERT HERRICK. THE STRANGER ON THE SILL. Between broad fields of wheat and corn There is the barn--and, as of yore, There is the orchard-the very trees He bubbles, the shady spring below, With its bulrush brook where the hazels grow; 'Twas there I found the calamus root, Oh ye who daily cross the sill, And when you crowd the old barn eaves, Deal kindly with these orchard trees, THE INVITATION. FROM THE GERMAN. T. B. READ. I have a cottage by the hill, It stands upon a meadow green, Cool-rooted moss and flowers between. Beside the cottage stands a tree, That flings its shadow o'er the eaves; And scarce the sunshine visits me, Save when a light wind rifts the leaves. A nightingale sings on a spray, Through the sweet summer time night-long, Linger to hear her plaintive song. Thou maiden with the yellow hair, Will thou not seek a shelter there, Translation of S. H. WHITMAN. JOHANN W. L. GLEIM, 1719-1803. ICELANDIC LINES. FROM THE DISCOURSE OF ODIN. On guests who come with frozen knees To him about to join your board, Translation of W. TAYLOR. DOMESTIC PEACE. Tell me on what holy ground SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE אין Sing merrily we, the hunt is up The deer they fling, Hey, nonny, nony, no; The hounds they cry, Hey, trolilo, trololilo. The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Sing merrily we, the hunt is up! The wood resounds To hear the sounds, Hey, nonny, nony, no; The rocks report This merry sport, Hey, trolilo, trololilo, WORK SEXY The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Then hie apace Unto the chase, Hey, nonny, nony, no! While every thing Doth sweetly sing Hey, trolilo, trololilo, The hunt is up, the hunt is up! Sing merrily we, the hunt is up! Anonymous. HOUNDS. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; Was never halloo'd to, nor cheered with horn. W. SHAKSPEARE. DEER LEAP. In our way to Hound's-Down we rode past a celebrated spot, called the Deer Leap. Here a stag was once shot, which, in the agony of death, collecting his force, gave a bound which astonished those who saw it. It was immediately commemorated by two posts, which were fixed at the two extremities of the leap, where they still remain. space between them is somewhat more than eighteen yards. The Where all around is gay, men, horses, dogs, And in each smiling countenance appears Fresh blooming health and universal joy. Huntsman! lead on-behind, the clustering pack Submiss attend, hear with respect thy whip |