heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: felt I like some watcher of the skies a new planet swings into his ken; ike stout Cortez when with eagle eyes red at the Pacific-and all his men xed at each other with a wild surmise.— upon a peak in Darien. FANCY VER let the fancy roam, a touch sweet pleasure melteth, - to bubbles when rain pelteth: let wingèd Fancy wander ough the thought still spread beyond her: n wide the mind's cage door, 1 dart forth, and cloudward soar, veet Fancy! let her loose; ammer's joys are spoilt by use, sear fagot blazes bright, it of a winter's night; n the soundless earth is muffled, en the Night doth meet the Noon banish Even from her sky. thee there, and send abroad, has vassals to attend her: will bring in spite of frost uties that the earth had lost; will bring thee, altogether, delights of summer weather; the buds and bells of May, m dewy sward or thorny spray; the heaped Autumn's wealth, h a still, mysterious stealth; will mix these pleasures up e three fit wines in a cup, thou shalt quaff it: thou shalt hear ant harvest carols clear; tle of the reapèd corn; in the same moment-hark! he rooks, with busy caw, aging for sticks and straw. 1 shalt at one glance behold daisy and the marigold; te-plumed lilies, and the first ge-grown primrose that hath burst; led hyacinth, alway hire queen of the mid-May; every leaf and every flower lèd with the self-same shower I shalt see the field-mouse peep ger from its celled sleep; the snake all winter-thin on sunny bank its skin; kled nest-eggs thou shalt see thing in the hawthorn-tree, n the hen-bird's wing doth rest t on her mossy nest; the hurry and alarm weet Fancy! let her loose; 1 such joys as these she'll bring,- ABELLE DAME SANS MERCI AF H what can ail thee, wretched wight, he sedge is withered from the lake, h, what can ail thee, wretched wight, And the harvest's done. see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a faëry's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, set her on my pacing steed, he looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. e found me roots of relish sweet, he took he to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, nd there we slumbered on the moss, On the cold hillside. saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; saw their starved lips in the gloom nd this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, hough the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. TTEN ON A BLANK PAGE IN AKESPEARE'S POEMS, FACING “A LOVER'S COMPLAINT” GHT star, would I were steadfast as thou art: ot in lone splendor hung aloft the night, f pure ablution round earth's human shores, gazing on the new soft-fallen mask f snow upon the mountains and the moors; o-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, illowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, el for ever its soft fall and swell ake for ever in a sweet unrest; THE EVE OF ST. AGNES 7. AGNES' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; hare limp'd trembling through the frozen rass, 1 silent was the flock in woolly fold: nb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told rosary, and while his frosted breath, e pious incense from a censer old, n'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he ith. |