1410 1411 "NO HAZ PAJAROS OVAÑO EN LOS NIDOs de ANTAÑO" HE sun is bright, the sky is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing, and from the stately elms I hear the blue-bird prophesying Spring. All things are new;-the buds, the leaves, SPEAK GENTLY H. W. LONGFELLOW PEAK gently! it is better far SPE to rule by love than fear; speak gently!-let not harsh words mar Speak gently to the little child, Speak gently to the young, for they will have enough to bear; pass through this life as best they may, Speak gently to the aged one, Speak gently to the erring,-know 1412 IT A WINTER PIECE T was a winter's evening and fast came down the snow; and keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow; when a damsel all forlorn, quite bewildered in her way, prest her baby to her bosom and sadly thus did say: 'O cruel was my father, that shut his door on me; and cruel was my mother, that such, a sight could see; and cruel is the wintry wind, that chills my heart with cold: but crueller than all, the lad that left my love for gold. 'Hush! hush! my lovely baby, and warm thee in my breast; ah little thinks thy father, how sadly we're distrest: for cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare, he'd shield us in his arms from this bitter piercing air. 'Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! O let my tears revive thee, so warm that trickle down; my tears that gush so warm, oh! they freeze before they fall; ah! wretched, wretched mother! Then down she sunk despairing, then cast her eyes to heaven; then bowed her head, and died. 1413 BENEATH those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, T. GRAY 1414 THE GRASSHOPPER H thou that swing'st upon the waving hair drunk every night with a delicious tear dropp'd thee from heaven, where now thou 'rt rear'd. The joys of earth and air are thine entire, that with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly: Up with the day, the sun thou welcom'st then, But ah, the sickle! golden ears are cropped; sharp frosty fingers all your flow'rs have top'd, R. LOVELACE 1415 1416 ON FORSWORN FOR LOVE N a day, (alack the day!) spied a blossom, passing fair, through the velvet leaves the wind, wished himself the heaven's breath. W. SHAKESPEARE HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS HE may be fair,' he sang, ‘but yet SHE far fairer have I seen than she, for all her locks of jet, and eyes so dark and sheen. Were I a Danish knight in arms, as one day I may be, my heart should own no foreign charms- 'I love my father's Northern land, and the bold Baltic's echoing strand I love to mark the lingering sun, 'But most the Northern maid I love, and sweetly blend that shade of gold and Faith might for her mirror hold "Tis hers the manly sports to love to bend the bow by stream and grove, she can her chosen champion's flight clasp him victorious from the strife, or on his corpse yield up her life— SIR W. SCOTT 1417 COM A WEDDING SONG 'OME up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, thousands and thousands await thee full fain, fear not from folk and from country to part, O, I swear it is wisely done; for (I said) I will bear me by thee, sweetheart, Great London was shouting as I went down; what shall I give who have promised a crown? |