452 UP TO A SKYLARK P with me! up with me into the clouds! up with me, up with me into the clouds! with clouds and sky about thee ringing, that spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary had I now the wings of a Faery, up to thee would I fly. There is a madness about thee, and joy divine in that song of thine; lift me, guide me high and high to thy banqueting-place in the sky. Joyous as morning, thou art laughing and scorning: thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest; drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth to be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, with a soul as strong as a mountain river Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, as full of gladness and as free of heaven, and hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done. W. WORDSWORTH 453 CONSTAT GENITVM NIHIL HEN the sun from his rosy bed WHE the dawning light begins to shed, the drowsy sky uncurtains round, and the (but now bright) stars all drown'd 454 in one great light, look dull and tame, Thus, when the warm Etesian wind with unmoved waves seems fast asleep, in angry heaps provokes them forth. If then this world, which holds all nations, that not this mighty, massy frame, one certain course, why should man prate Why from frail honours, and goods lent, H. VAUGHAN COMFORT FROM HIS MUSE IN PRISON THO HOUGH I miss the flowery fields though of all those pleasures past but remembrance, poor relief, that more makes than mends my grief; maugre envy's evil will; (whence she should be driven too, She doth tell me where to borrow F. S. II. 15 that from everything I saw G. WITHER 455 ELEGY ON CAPTAIN MATTHEW HENDERSON. OURN, Spring, thou darling of the year! MOURN, ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear; thou, Simmer, while each corny spear thy gay, green, flow'ry tresses shear Thou, Autumn, wi' thy yellow hair, wide o'er the naked world declare Mourn him, thou Sun, great source of light! and you, ye twinkling Starnies bright, for through your orbs he's ta'en his flight ne'er to return. O Henderson! the man, the brother! Like thee, where shall I find another, Go to your sculptured tombs, ye Great, but by thy honest turf I'll wait, thou man of worth! and weep the ae best fellow's fate R. BURNS 456 FROM THE ode on a distant prospect of ETON COLLEGE LAS! regardless of their doom ALAS! the little victims play! no sense have they of ills to come, no care beyond to-day: yet see how all around 'em wait the ministers of human fate and black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah shew them where in ambush stand These shall the fury Passions tear, and Shame that sculks behind; or pining Love shall waste their youth, Ambition this shall tempt to rise, and grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, T. GRAY 457 458 Ο HOHENLINDEN N Linden, when the sun was low, of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed to join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven; But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun shout in their sulph'rous canopy. and charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet! the snow shall be their winding-sheet, and every turf beneath their feet shall be a soldier's sepulchre. ODE TO WINTER T. CAMPBELL SIRE of storms! whose savage ear the Lapland drum delights to hear, when Frenzy with her bloodshot eye implores thy dreadful deity |