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WEET are the harmonies of Spring;
sweet is the Summer's evening gale,
the many-colour'd grove.
in deep tranquillity.
the forest's ample rounds;
or o'er the grey stone spreads;
THE NEW BORN RILL
O up and watch the new-born rill
streaking the heath-clad hill
with a bright emerald thread.
her freshening billows send?
with monarchs at their helm. Or canst thou guess, how far away some sister nymph, beside her urn reclining night and day,
'mid reeds and mountain fern,
nurses her store, with thine to blend
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thou breathing shadow of departed days,
and backward lure the visionary gaze; thou tellest but of scenes that melted by
are vanished now, like wreaths of winter snow; the tear of sorrow gems thy lucid eye, and yet, so beauteous is thy garb of
so early chased the mockeries of delight,
and glittered baneful on the dazzled sight?
and trembling at her voice, with drooping plume, gay Fancy flies; nor quenched that better star,
whose radiant orb can cheer the wintry gloom, where sacred Virtue rears her hallowed nest, there Peace shall linger still, companion of the breast.
THE ISER-DRINKING SONG OF MUNICH
thy waters I would shade with elm
to prop the tender vine;
and, under every myrtle bower,
to many an idle hour.
of yonder planets bright,
profusion of delight;
no care should touch the mellow heart,
for wine can triumph over woe;
THE LONGEST DAY
ET us quit the leafy harbour,
for the sun is in his harbour,
O Queen of numbers, once again
animate some chosen swain,
O deign to attend his evening walk,
OR Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come,
not in Thy dread omnipotent array;
and not by thunders strewed
was Thy tempestuous road;
But Thee, a soft and naked child,
thy mother undefiled,
from off her virgin breast.
The heavens were not commanded to prepare
a single silent star
came wandering from afar, gliding unchecked and calm along the liquid sky;
the Eastern Sages leading on
as at a kingly throne
before Thy infant feet.
304 The Earth and Ocean were not hushed to hear
bright harmony from every starry sphere;
from all the cherub choirs,
and seraphs' burning lyres, pour'd thro’ the host of heaven the charmed clouds
along. F. S. II.
One angel troop the strain began,
of all the race of man
that soft Hosanna's tone.
And when Thou didst depart, no car of flame
nor didst Thou mount on high
from fatal Calvary with all Thine own redeemed outbursting from their tombs :
for Thou didst bear away from earth
but one of human birth,
H. H. MILMAN
'HE time admits not flowers or leaves
to deck the banquet. Fiercely flies the blast of North and East, and ice makes daggers at the sharpen'd eaves,
and bristles all the brakes and thorns
to yon hard crescent, as she hangs
above the wood which grides and clangs its leafless ribs and iron horns
together, in the drifts that pass
to darken on the rolling brine
that breaks the coast. But fetch the wine,
to make a solid core of heat;
be cheerful-minded, talk and treat of all things, ev'n as he were by ;
we keep the day. With festal cheer,
with books and music surely we
will drink to him whate'er he be, and sing the songs he loved to hear.