1418 So I kissed her and brought her, my Dane, my Dane, And they said: 'He is young, the lad we love, how we deem of his mother, and one gone above, He brings us a pledge-he will do his part with the best of his race and name:' and I will, for I look to live, sweetheart, as may suit with my mother's fame. LIK SAMELA JEAN INGELOW IKE to Diana in her summer weed, as fair Aurora in her morning grey, like lovely Thetis on a calméd day, her tresses gold, her eyes like glassy streams, her cheeks, like rose and lily yield forth gleams, thus fair Samela; passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue, for she's Samela; Pallas in wit, all three, if you will view, yield to Samela. R. GREENE 1419 Now OW each Creature joys the other, in the fall of silver showers; (babbling guest of rocks and hills,) whilst that she her lover kills: and well he ends, for love who dies. 1420 S. DANIEL THE EXEQUIES RAW near, DRA you Lovers that complain of Fortune or Disdain, and to my ashes lend a tear; melt the hard marble with your groans, whose cold embraces the sad subject hide, No verse, no epicedium bring, nor peaceful requiem sing, to charm the terrors of my hearse; no profane numbers must flow near Yet strew upon my dismal grave such offerings as you have, for kinder flowers can take no birth, What shapeless form half lost on high, and watch, from Babel's crumbling heap, With half closed eye a lion there But where are now his eagle wings, from half the nations, till they own J. KEBLE 1422 1423 1424 FOND TO THE NIGHTINGALE OND lonely bird, the friend of darkling night, that shunn'st the noise of men,-the sun's bright ray, at thy soft plaint, enchanted with delight, the moon's pale car halts in her midnight way; the winds their blustering cease; the bird's glad train crouched in deep silence cease their melody; while I, attendant on that sweet sad strain, in fancy hear each Muse, each Grace, in thee. ON THE DEATH OF LORD BYRON IN GREECE OT length of life,-not an illustrious birth NOT rich with the noblest blood of all the earth; nought can avail, save deeds of high emprize, our mortal being to immortalize.— Sweet child of song, thou sleepest; ne'er again shall swell the notes of thy melodious strain: yet, with thy country wailing o'er thy urn, Pallas, the Muse, Mars, Greece and Freedom mourn. ON NAPOLEON HERE I, who Philip's son surpassed in war, and harnessed victory, struggling, to my car, Napoleon,-proof of Fortune's fickle turn, lie on this rock, without a friend or urn. Shout, despots, at your triumphs-'Tis but vain : high towers my Eagle yet and scents the slain. What needs a monument?-Pile on my tomb the Pyramids, Vienna, Moscow, Rome. 1425 1426 J427 ON THE STATUE OF APOLLO TO THE SCULPTOR F that Prometheus stole the fire divine, IF what was his daring when compared with thine?— He did but warm to life the senseless clod, but thou hast made the marble seem a God; a present God! as on that form I gaze, a present God! I cry, in wild amaze: bounds on the base, new-lighted from the skies. ON AN INFANT 4. To the dark and silent tomb soon I hasted from the womb: only born to weep and die. B. Happy infant, early blest! rest in peaceful slumber, rest; FRANE |