Q [From The River.] INFANT of the weeping hills, Nursling of the springs and rills, Growing River, flowing ever, Wimpling, dimpling, staying never,— Lisping, gurgling, ever going, Lipping, slipping, ever flowing, Breaking, gushing, Downward rushing, Narrowing green against the bank, Outward boiling, Fret, in rough shingly shallows wide, Thence away, aye away, In the Sea, in yonder West, Lose yourself, and be at rest. Murmuring now the checks about, Darkly swirling, Downward sucked in eddying coves; Boiling with tumultuous loves; Widening o'er the worldly sands; Kissing full the cultured lands; Changing still, yet ever going, Onward, downward, ever flowing. THOMAS AIRD. I [From Phantasmion, Part iii., Chap. iv.] Zelneth's Song. WAS a brook in straitest channel pent, Forcing 'mid rocks and stones my toilsome way, A scanty brook in wandering well nigh spent ; I crept through desert moor and gloomy shade, My waters ever vex'd, yet sad and slow, My waters ever steep'd in baleful shade: But whilst with thee, rich stream, conjoin'd I flow, E'en in swift course the river seems to rest, Blue sky, bright bloom, and verdure imag'd on its breast. And, whilst with thee I roam through regions bright, A thousand happy things that seek the light, Up through the illumin'd waters nimbly run, To show their forms and hues in the all-revealing sun. SARA COLERIDGE. [From Phantasmion, Part iii., Chap. iii.] SLOW rills that wind like snakes amid the grass. S. COLERIDGE. Two Rivers. HY summer voice, Musketaquit, THY Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain. Thou in thy narrow banks are pent: The stream I love unbounded goes Through flood and sea and firmament; Through light, through life, it forward flows. I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the stream Through years, through men, through nature fleet, Through love and thought, through power and dream. Musketaquit, a goblin strong, So forth and brighter fares my stream,— RALPH WALDO EMERSON. [From Woodnotes.—ii.] THE river knows the way to the sea; Blessing all lands with its charity. EMERSON. [From Roland's Tower.] LIKE a courser starting from the spur, Rushes the deep-blue current of the Rhine. [From King Arthur, Book i.] AND the still river shining as it flows, Calm as a soul on which the heavens repose. EDWARD, LORD LYTTON. [From Kenelm Chillingley, Book iii., Chap. xi.] Love's Quarrel. STANDING by the river, gazing on the river, See it paved with starbeams; heaven is at our feet. Now the wave is troubled, now the rushes quiver; Vanished is the starlight-it was a deceit. Comes a little cloudlet 'twixt ourselves and heaven, LORD LYTTON. [From The Dispute of the Poets.] A SHADOWY rill Melodious with the chime of falls as sweet As (heard by Pan in Arethusan glades) The silvery talk of meeting Naïades. LORD LYTTON. [From The Poet to the Dead.] GLIDES the brooklet thro' the rushes, Now with dipping boughs at play, Now with quicker music-gushes Where the pebbles chafe the way. LORD LYTTON. |