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Page 25 - Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 18 - When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye,— The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. ■++• THE
Page 24 - They echo immortally in the melancholy verses of the uncouth swain who sang to the oaks and rills his grief for Lycidas, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. And how Shelley touched the Dorian flute, like a second Theocritus, in those unforgetable opening lines! — I weep for Adonais —he is dead I Oh weep for Adonais
Page 24 - Oh weep for Adonais ! tho' our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! . . . Oh weep for Adonais — he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!
Page 16 - her angelicke face, Like Phoebe fayre ? Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace, Can you well compare ? The Redde rose medled with the White yfere, In either cheeke depeincten lively chere: Her modest eye, Her Majestie, Where have you seene the like but there
Page 11 - was never seen! She passed, though I cried to her ' Wait,'— Ah me, but it might have been !" " I cried, O my Flower, my Queen, • Be mine! 'Twas precipitate!" Quoth the little blue mandarin,— " But then . . . she was just sixteen,— Long-eyed,— as a lily straight,— Ah me, but it might have been!
Page 6 - jewel, Incognita — one in a crowd, Nor prudent enough to be cruel, Nor worldly enough to be proud. It was just a shut lid and its lashes, Just a few hours in a train, And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes Longing to see her again.
Page 13 - Lady of Heaven, the mother glorified Of glory, which is Jesus,— He whose death Us from the gates of Hell delivereth And our first parents' error sets aside:— Behold this earthly Love, how his darts glide — How
Page 11 - She laughed—' You're a week too late!'" Quoth the little blue mandarin. " That is why, in a mist of spleen I mourn on this Nankin Plate. Ah me, but it might have been!"— Quoth the little blue mandarin.
Page 7 - He shall rest for, at least, To-night!" But at dawn, when the birds were waking, As they watched in the silent room, With the sound of a strained chord breaking, A something snapped in the gloom. Twas a string of his violoncello, And they heard him stir in his bed:— " Make room for a tired little fellow, Kind God!