Come away for Life and Thought

Here no longer dwell;
But in a city glorious,

A great and distant city, have bought
A mansion incorruptible.
Would they could have staid with
us!

TENNYSON.

LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN.

YE scattered brids that faintly sing,

The reliques of the vernal choir! Ye woods that shed on a' the winds The honors of the aged year!

A few short months, and glad and gay,

Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;

But nocht in all revolving time
Can gladness bring again to me.

The bridegroom may forget the bride

Was made his wedded wife yestreen;

The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been;

The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee:

But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me!

BURNS.

HE'S GANE.

HE'S gane! he's gane! he's frae us
torn,
The ae best fellow e'er was born!
Thee, Matthew, nature's sel' shall

mourn

By wood and wild, Where, haply, pity strays forlorn, Frae man exiled.

Ye hills, near neebors o' the stars, That proudly cock your cresting cairns!

Ye cliffs, the haunts of sailing yearns,

Where Echo slumbers,

And, hugging close, we will not feare Lust entering here;

Where all desires are dead or cold, As is the mould; And all affections are forgot,

Or trouble not. Here needs no court for our request, Where all are best; All wise, all equal, and all just Alike i' th' dust. Nor need we here to feare the frowne Of court or crown; Where fortune bears no sway o'er things,

There all are kings. And for a while lye here concealed, To be revealed, Next, at that great platonick yeere, And then meet here. HERRICK.

Of the unsteady planets. O'tis well With him! but who knows what the coming hour

Veiled in thick darkness brings for us!

That anguish will be wearied down, I know;

What pang is permanent with man? from the highest

As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself; for the strong hours

Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost

In him. The bloom is vanished from my life.

For O! he stood beside me, like my youth,

Transformed for me the real to a dream,

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.

Whatever fortunes wait my future toils,

The beautiful is vanished turns not.

and re

COLERIDGE: Wallenstein.

LYKEWAKE DIRGE.

THIS ae night, this ae night,
Every night and alle,
Fire and sleet and candle-light,
And Christ receive thy saule.

When thou from hence away art past,

Every night and alle,

To Whinny-Muir thou comest at laste,

And Christ receive thy saule.

If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Every night and alle,

Sit thee down and put them on,
And Christ receive thy soule.

If hosen and shoon thou never gav'st

none,

Every night and alle,

The whinnes shall prick thee to the bare bone,

And Christ receive thy saule.

Each lovely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved till life can charm no more, And mourned till Pity's self be dead.

COLLINS.

DIRGE FOR DORCAS.

COME pitie us, all ye who see
Our harps hung on the willow-tree;
Come pitie us, ye passers-by,
Who see or hear poor widows crie;
Come pitie ús, and bring your eares
And eyes to pitie widows' teares.

And when you are come hither,
Then we will keep

A fast, and weep
Our eyes out all together,

For Tabitha, who dead lies here,
Clean washt, and laid out for the bier.
O modest matrons, weep and waile!
For now the corne and wine must
faile;

The basket and the bynn of bread,
Wherewith so many soules were fed,
Stand empty here forever;
And ah! the poore,
At thy worne doore,
Shall be relievèd never.