568 569 RESOL THE TOMB OF LOVE ESOLUED to dust intombed heere lieth Love, through faults of her, who heere herself should lye; he strooke her brest, but all in vain did prove to fire the yse: and doubting by and by his brand had lost his force, he gan to trye upon him selfe: which tryall made him dye. In soothe no force : let those lament that lust, I'le sing a caroll song for obsequy: for towardes me his dealings were unjust, the Fates, I think, seeing what I had past, or write this Epitaph upon his grave; Here lyeth Love, of Mars the bastard Sonne, whose foolish fault to death him selfe hath donne. SEVERED FRIENDSHIP T. WATSON ALAS! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth; to free the hollow heart from paining- the marks of that which once hath been. S. T. COLERIDGE 570 THE SHEPHERD'S SIRENA EARE to the silverre Trent NEAR she to whom Nature lent as it belonged to them and to her shall complayne as it had suffered wrong, Sirena dwelleth, her, most to renowne her. are to thee debtor, are they the better; be thou the river, puts them down ever; o'er thee doth travelle turneth thy gravelle. that rarest tuner, shall waken the sooner, from the thicke cover, over and over; her chamber keepeth, the morning weepeth. M. DRAYTON No more the mower of various hue; YO more the morn, with tepid rays noon spreads no more the genial blaze, no more with devious steps I rove through verdant paths, now sought in vain. 572 Aloud the driving tempest roars; 573 congeal'd impetuous showers descend: haste, close the window, bar the doors, fate leaves me Stella, and a friend. In nature's aid let art supply with light and heat my little sphere; rouse, rouse the fire, and pile it high; light up a constellation here. Let music sound the voice of joy! or mirth repeat the jocund tale; when mirth's gay tale shall please no more; Catch then, O catch the transient hour, ITALY S. JOHNSON WOW am I pleased to search the hills and woods HOW for rising springs and celebrated floods! to view the Nar, tumultuous in his course, and trace the smooth Clitumnus to his source; o'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide. (dumb are their fountains, and their channels dry) and in the smooth description murmur still. and the fam'd river's empty shores admire, with scorn the Danube and the Nile surveys. 574 Oh could the Muse my ravish'd breast inspire e'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and all the seasons lavish all their pride. J. ADDISON 575 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY HE walks in beauty, like the night So Waldless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright One shade the more, one ray the less, And on that cheek and o'er that brow the smiles that win, the tints that glow, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent! LORD BYRON 576 577 TIME ON TIME IME wasteth yeeres, and months and howr's: time doth consume fame, honour, witt, and strength: time kills the greenest herbes, and sweetest flowr's: Time maketh ev'ry tree to. die and rott: and yet no time prevailes in my behoofe, CAN ON THE DEATH OF ADDISON T. WATSON AN I forget the dismal night that gave my soul's best part for ever to the grave! how silent did his old companions tread, by midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, what awe did the slow solemn knell inspire; the pealing organ, and the pausing choir: the duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate paid; and the last words, that dust to dust convey'd! While speechless o'er thy closing grave we bend, accept these tears, thou dear departed friend. Oh, gone for ever! take this long adieu; and sleep in peace, next thy lov'd Montague: to strew fresh laurels let the task be mine, a frequent pilgrim, at thy sacred shrine; mine with true sighs thy absence to bemoan, and grave with faithful epitaphs thy stone: of thee forgetful if I form a song, my lyre be broken, and untun'd my tongue. |