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But why do ye plant 'neath the billows dark
L. H. SIGOURNEY 215
the dawning beam, that 'gan to clear
T. CAREW 216
EXTREME OF LOVE OR HATE IVE me more love or more disdain; the torrid or the frozen
the temperate affords me none;
like Danäe in that golden shower,
in—that torrent will devour
ARK how, a thousand streams in one,
one in a thousand, on they fare, now flashing to the sun,
now still as beast in lair.
How round the rock, now mounting o'er,
to swell as we survey.
from North and South they come.
They rush and roar, they whirl and leap,
OME, little infant, love me now, , clear thine aged father's brow
from cold jealousy and fears. Pretty surely 'twere to see
by young Love old Time beguiled, while our sportings are as free
as the nurse's with the child
me: time may take
and learn love before we may.
and, if good to us she meant, we that good shall antedate,
or, if ill, that ill prevent.
THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE
ARTIAL, the things that do attain
the riches left, not got with pain;
the fruitful ground, the quiet mind: the equal friend, no grudge, no strife;
no charge of rule, nor governance; without disease, the healthful life;
the household of continuance:
the mean diet, no delicate fare;
true wisdom joined with simpleness; the night discharged of all care;
where wine the wit may not oppress:
such sleeps as may beguile the night;
EARL OF SURREY
THE RETURN OF SPRING
LOOMY winter's now awa',
'mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie O. towering o'er the Newton woods, laverocks fan the snaw-white clouds; siller saughs, wi' downie buds,
adorn the banks sae brierie 0.
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
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PAST AND FUTURE
ROOD not on things gone by,
on friendships lost, and high designs o'erthrown, and old opinions swept away like leaves
before the autumn blast.
brood not on things gone by!
away, my soul, away!
no longer weakly cower
of thy departed joys:
another star hath risen,
W. S. WALKER
"IME'S an hand's-breadth; 'tis a tale;
'tis a vessel under sail; 'tis an eagle in its way, darting down upon its prey;
'tis an arrow in its flight,
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for love or pity, let me know
and set about with lilies:
or with thy youthful hours ?
the queen of men, not flowers.
with posies, since 'tis fitter
and like the stars to glitter.
THE PURSUIT OF THE IDEAL
a crystal brow, the moon's despair,
nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair:
a tender heart, a loyal mind
yet never linked with error find,