336 337 THE CYPRESS-WREATH LADY, twine no wreath for me, Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine INSTABILITY OF AFFECTION LAS, how light a cause may move SIR W. SCOTT we love; hearts that the world in vain had tried, and sorrow but more closely tied; that stood the storm, when waves were rough, a something light as air-a look, a word unkind or wrongly taken O love, that tempests never shook, a breath, a touch like this hath shaken. And ruder words will soon rush in and eyes forget the gentle ray they wore in courtship's smiling day; as though its waters ne'er could sever, breaks into floods that part for ever. T. MOORE THE OMNIPRESENCE OF THE GREAT SPIRIT HERE is a tongue in every leaf, THER a voice in every rill a voice that speaketh everywhere, in flood and fire, through earth and air- 'Tis the Great Spirit, wide diffused I see him in the blazing sun and in the thunder-cloud; I hear him in the mighty roar when winds are raging loud. I feel him in the silent dews by grateful earth betrayed; I feel him in the gentle showers, I see him, hear him, everywhere, I' the silent hour of night. C. BOWLES 339 340 AD DIVINAM SAPIENTIAM LMIGHTY Spirit! thou that by ALMIGH set turns and changes from thy high Some that a crown have got and foiled ere it is gotten: thus the world DEAL THE POET TO HIS FARM H. VAUGHAN EAR mansion, once my father's home, ye could not shield, ye could not save, A stranger came with iron hand, lord of that evil day: and drove me forth with weeping eye, to seek through toil and poverty my miserable way. But now my gracious Prince restores he comes with his victorious reed, 341 He comes in yonder latticed room the great Farnese's praise. Break forth, my father's blessed home, He comes, the good old master's son: give praise and melody! E. W. BARNARD THE CASTLE of arLINKOW HIGH on a rock, whose castled shade darkened the lake below, in ancient strength majestic stood The fisher in the lake below her passing wing would wet. The cattle from its ominous banks in wild alarm would run, though parched with thirst and faint beneath For sometimes when no passing breeze the long lank sedges waved, all white with foam and heaving high and when the tempest from its base And ever then when death drew near its dark unfathomed depths did send R. SOUTHEY 342 343 HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR ONLY a little more I have to write, 'Tis but a flying minute, or linger in it, and then I must away. O Time that cut'st down all, of any men that were; How many lie forgot in vaults beneath; Behold this living stone ne'er to be thrown Pillars let some set up, here is my hope, and my pyramides. R. HERRICK PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE BUSED mortals! did you know AB where joy, hearts-ease, and comforts grow, and seek them in these bowers where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake, saving of fountains that glide by us. Here's no fantastic masque or dance, |