TIME. WHY sitt'st thou by that ruined hall, Or ponder how it passed away? "Know'st thou not me ? the Deep Voice cried, "So long enjoyed, so oft misusedAlternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? "Before my breath, like blazing flax, "Redeem thine hours-the space is brief- And measureless thy joy or grief, When Time and thou shalt part for ever!" WALTER SCOTT. INSTABILITY OF AFFECTION. ALAS! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heav'n was all tranquillity! A something light as air-a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken— To spread the breach that words begin; THOMAS MOORE. THE IDLE SHEPHERD BOYS. The valley rings with mirth and joy, The magpie chatters with delight; Or through the glittering vapours dart, Beneath a rock, upon the grass, On pipes of sycamore they play And thus, as happy as the day, Along the river's stony marge A thousand lambs are on the rocks, That plaintive cry! which up the hill Said Walter, leaping from the ground, "Down to the stump of yon old yew We'll for our whistles run a race;" Away the shepherds flew. They leapt they ran-and when they came. Right opposite to Dungeon-Ghyll, Seeing that he should lose the prize, "Stop!" to his comrade, Walter cries He stopped with no good will: Said Walter, then, "Your task is here, "Twill baffle you for half a year. "Cross, if you dare, where I shall crossCome on, and in my footsteps tread!" The other took him at his word, And followed as he led. It was a spot which you may see Into a chasm a mighty block Hath fallen, and made a bridge of rock: The gulf is deep below; And in a basin black and small Receives a lofty waterfall. With staff in hand, across the cleft When list! he hears a piteous moan— And, looking down, espies A lamb, that in the pool is pent The lamb had slipt into the stream, His dam had seen him when he fell; And while, with all a mother's love, Sent forth a cry forlorn, The lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. When he had learn'd what thing it was, He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light: The shepherds met him with his charge An unexpected sight! Into their arms the lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maim'd nor scarr'd." Then up the steep ascent they hied, And placed him at his mother's side; Those idle shepherd boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. WORDSWORTH. THE HOMES OF ENGLAND. THE stately homes of England! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound And the swan glides past them with the sound |