A GROUP OF BIRD POEMS THE SKYLARK PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) was born in England three years before John Keats. Shelley is one of the great English lyric poets. Although his verse is often ethereal, airy, intangible, he loves to identify himself with the animating spirit of nature, the spirit which he finds so manifest in the skylark, night, and the west wind. No one surpasses him in this field. He was drowned in the Bay of Spezzia, Italy, the year after Keats died, and buried in the Protestant Cemetery in Rome, not far from Keats. See also: Halleck's New English Literature, pp. 416-425, 446, 447. Dowden's Life of Shelley. Sharp's Life of Shelley. WHAT objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. THE FIRST MOCKING BIRD IN SPRING 1 PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE 1 Paul Hamilton Hayne (1830-1886) was born in Charleston, South Carolina. He was educated for the profession of law, but devoted all his spare time to writing. In the Civil War, he lost both fortune and health. He spent his last years in a rude hut in the woods of Georgia, where he wrote many of his best poems. His poetry is musical, and shows an intimate love of nature. See also: Halleck's History of American Literature, pp. 311, 312, 337. Edward Mims in Library of Southern Literature. 1 Used by special arrangement with Lothrop, Lee, and Shepard Company, publishers of Hayne's Poetical Works. THE wren and the field lark listen To the gush from their laureate's throat; The sparrow, his pert head reared aloft, All Nature is hearkening, charmed and mute. TAMPA ROBINS1 SIDNEY LANIER Sidney Lanier (1842-1881) was born of an old, cultured family in Macon, Georgia. He served four years in the Confederate army, was imprisoned, and suffered many hardships. After six years of struggle with ill health and hard study, he was appointed lecturer on English literature at Johns Hopkins University. He died two years later. In some of his poetry he has never been surpassed by any American poet. See also: Halleck's History of American Literature, pp. 313-317, 338. Edward Mims's Sidney Lanier. Burt's The Lanier Book. Ward's Memorial of Sidney Lanier, in Poems by Sidney Lanier, edited by his wife. THE robin laughed in the orange tree: 1 From Poems by Sidney Lanier, copyright, 1884, 1891, by Charles Scribner's Sons. Used by special arrangement with the publishers. While breasts are red and wings are bold "Burn, golden globes in leafy sky, Will shine and shoot among the spheres "If that I hate wild winter's spite- "I'll south with the sun, and keep my clime; My breast to the sun his torch shall hold; THE WHIPPOORWILL 1 MADISON J. CAWEIN Madison J. Cawein (1865-1914), the poet, was born in Louisville, Kentucky. From early boyhood he wrote verse. Even his graduation speech at the high school was a poem, which awakened much interest. Probably no American poet of his day received more European recog 1 Copyright, 1910. Used by special arrangement with the author and The Macmillan Company. nition. He published several volumes of poems, all of which show rare imaginative power and an exquisite appreciation of nature. See also: Halleck's History of American Literature, pp. 332-334, 338. Trent's Southern Writers, pp. 332-378. Townsend's Kentucky in American Letters, Vol. II, pp. 187–198. Review of Reviews, Recent Verse, Vol. 47, pp. 370-373 (March, 1913). ABOVE lone woodland ways that led Along old lanes the locusts sow With clustered pearls the Maytimes know, Deep in the crimson afterglow, We heard the homeward cattle low, And then the far-off, far-off woe Of "whippoorwill!" of "whippoorwill!" Beneath the idle beechen boughs We heard the far bells of the cows Come slowly jangling toward the house; Beyond the light that would not die Drained out of dusk the plaintive cry And in the city oft, when swims The pale moon o'er the smoke that dims And still, and still, I seem to hear, where shadows grope 'Mid ferns and flowers that dewdrops rope, H. & B. READINGS - IO |