"Thou hast a little harp-- How sweetly would it swell the angel's hymn: Were cleft in twain. Morn came. A blight had struck The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud; The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain and broke- In childless agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision:-"He who asked of thee Her gushing eyes, and, ere the tear-drop dried Charles Wolfe. Born 1791 Died 1823 Was born in Dublin, in 1791. After leaving Trinity College, Dublin, he took orders in the Episcopal Church, and was first curate of Ballyclog, in Tyrone, which he afterwards exchanged for Donoughmore. He began writing verses while at the University, and in 1817 he wrote his ode on "The Burial of Sir John Moore," which has obtained for him one of the highest positions as a poetical writer. Wolfe died in 1823 THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory; SONG. IF I had thought thou couldst have died, But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be: And I on thee should look my last, And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook. Sweet Mary! thou art dead! O'er Judah's land Thy rainbow, Lord, shall beam, The born in sorrow shall bring forth in joy; Yet, ere he die, to Salem's streets shall come. 1792 Percy Bysshe Shelley. {Drowned 1822 THIS great but erring genius was the eldest son of a wealthy English baronet, and was born at Field Place, in Sussex, on 4th August 1792. From his earliest years he seems to have entertained opinions subver sive of all authority, human and divine. At Eton and Oxford he got into difficulties with the authorities, and at Oxford openly avowed himself an atheist. On leaving college he married Harriet Westbrook, the daughter of a London coffee-house keeper, by whom he had two children. She seems to have been respectable and well educated, and did all she could to gain an influence over the wayward poet. His family were deeply grieved by his conduct, the more so as in exposition of his atheistical principles, he openly set out for the Continent with Mary W Godwin, leaving his poor wife in misery and wretchedness. His wife committed suicide in 1816, after which he married Mary Godwin. Shelley began verse-writing in his fifteenth year, but it was not till his eighteentb year that he appeared before the public in his atheistic poem of "Queen Mab." His other pieces, "Alastor," "The Revolt of Islam," "Prometheus Unbound," "The Cenci," &c., are all tinged with the same ideas. In 1818 Shelley visited Italy, where he renewed his acquaintance with Byron. He took up his abode on the Gulf of Lerici. He was drowned on 8th July 1822, in a storm in the Bay of Spezzia. his remains were found, and, agreeably to a formerly expressed desire, his body was burnt, and the ashes conveyed to Rome, where they were buried in the Protestant burying-ground, near the pyramid of Caius Cestus A fortnight after A CALM WINTER'S NIGHT. How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, A metaphor of peace,—all form a scene THE PINE FOREST BY THE SEA. WE wander'd to the Pine Forest That skirts the ocean's foam; The whisp'ring waves were half asleep, It seem'd as if the hour were one We paused amid the pines that stood Tortured by storms to shapes as rude And soothed by every azure breath That under heaven is blown, |