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THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.
“ Yet stay, fair lady, rest awhile
Beneath this cloister wall ;
And drizzly rain doth fall.”
“O, stay me not, thou holy friar,
O, stay me not, I pray!
Can wash my fault away."
“Yet stay, fair lady, turn again,
And dry those pearly tears ; For see, beneath this
gray, Thy own truelove appears !
“ Here, forced by grief and hopeless love,
These holy weeds I sought,
To end my days I thought.
Is not yet passed away, Might I still hope to win thy love,
No longer would I stay."
“ Now farewell grief, and welcome joy
Once more unto my heart;
We never more will part.”
SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS. - Milton.
WHEN I consider how my light is spent
TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY.
'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, when Hope hath
built a bower Like that of Eden, wreathed about with every thorn
less flower, To dwell therein securely, the self-deceiver's trust, A whirlwind from the desert comes, and “all is in
'Tis ever thus, — 't is ever thus, that, when the poor
heart clings * With all its finest tendrils, with all its flexile rings,
TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY.
That goodly thing it cleaveth to, so fondly and so fast, Is struck to earth by lightning, or shattered by the
'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, with beams of mor.
tal bliss, With looks too bright and beautiful for such a world
as this ; One moment round about us their angel lightnings
play, Then down the veil of darkness drops, and all hath
passed away. 'T is ever thus, 't is ever thus, with sounds too
sweet for earth, – Seraphic sounds, that float away (borne heavenward)
in their birth ; The golden shell is broken, the silver chord is mute, The sweet bells all are silent, and hushed the lovely
'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, with all that 's best
below, The dearest, noblest, loveliest, are always first to go; The bird that sings the sweetest, the pine that crowns
the rock, The glory of the garden, the flower of the flock.
'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, with creatures
heavenly fair, Too finely framed to 'bide the brunt more earthly
creatures bear; A little while they dwell with us, blest ministers of
love, Then spread the wings we had not seen, and seek
their home above.
EMPLOYMENT. - George Herbert.
IF, as a flower doth spread and die,
Thou wouldst extend me to some good, Before I were by frost's extremity
Nipt in the bud,
The sweetness and the praise were thine ;
But the extension and the room, Which in thy garland I should fill, were mine
At thy great doom.
For as thou dost impart thy grace,
The greater shall our glory be.
The stuff with thee.
Let me not languish, then, and spend
A life as barren to thy praise
But with delays.
All things are busy; only I
Neither bring honey with the bees, Nor flowers to make that, nor the husbandry
To water these.
I am no link of thy great chain,
But all my company is as a weed. Lord, place me in thy concert, give one strain
To my poor reed.
THE ISLES OF GREECE.
THE ISLES OF GREECE. – Byron.
THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece !
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where Delos rose and Phæbus sprung!
The Scian and the Teian Muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Their place of birth alone is mute
The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For, standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
A king sat on the rocky brow
Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ;
And men in nations ; all were his !
And where are they? and where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now,
The heroic bosom beats no more!