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Of Earth and her green family, doth make
begun To ope their fragrant mouths, and heavenly
Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest trees,
(pass To show, above, the unwasted stars that In their old glory. O thou God of old ! Grant me some smaller grace than comes
to these; But so much patience, as a blade of grass Grows by contented through the heat and
ALREALY hath the day grown grey with age;
(crowned, And in the west, like to a conqueror Is faint with too much glory, on the ground He flings his dazzling arms; and as a sage Prepares him for a cloud-hung hermitage, Where meditation meets him at the door; And all around-on wall, and roof, and
floorSome pensive star unfoldsits silver page Of truth, which God's own hand hath tes.
tified. Sweet eve! whom poets sing to as a bride, Queen of the quiet-Eden of time's bright
mapThy look allures me from my hushed fireside,
(tap, And sharp leaves rustling at my casement And beckon forth my mind to dream upon
I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished
(pears Who each one, in a gracious hand, ap. To bear a gift for mortals old and young; And as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw a gradual vision through my tears ; The sweet sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
['ware, A shadow across me. Straightway I was So weeping, how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backwards by
the hair, And a voice said in mastery while I strove, “Guess now who holds thée?” “Death,"
I said ; but there The silver answer rang—"Not Death, but
ELIZABETH B. BROWNING.
PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE.
(OWEN MEREDITH.) ALREADY evening; in the duskiest nook Of yon dusk corner, under the Death's head,
(legended Between the alembics, thrust this And iron-bound and melancholy book ;
For I will read no longer. The loud brook Shelves his sharp light up shallow banks thin-spread;
[and red ; The slumb'rous west grows slowly red Up from the ripened corn her silver hook
The moon is lifting ; and deliciously Along the warm blue hills the day declines. The first star brightens while she waits
[grows tight: And round her swelling heart the zone Musing, half sad, in her soft hair she twines The white rose, whispering, He will
“O DREARY life!' we cry, “O dreary
life!" And still the generations of the birds Sing through our sighing, and the flocks
and herds Serenely live while we are keeping strife With heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
[girds Against which we may struggle. Ocean Unslackened the dry land: savannahswards
[and rife Unweary sweep; hills watch, unworn;
WILLIAM M. ROSSETTI.
TO EDWARD JOHN TRELAWNY. “What surprised us all was that the heart remained entire. In snatching this relic from the fiery furnace, my hand was severely burnt.
Trelawny's Records of Shelley.
Of heaven and earth was molten,-but its
part Immortal yet reverberates, and shall dart Pangs of keen love to human souls, and
dire Ecstatic sorrow of joy, as high and
higher They mount to know thee, Shelley, what
thou art :Trelawny's hand did then the outward burn As once the inward ? O cor cordium, Thou spirit of love scorched to a life
less clot, What other other flame was wont to
come Lambent from thee to fainter hearts, and
turn Their frost to fire of the sun's chariot !
TRELAWNY's hand, which held'st the
sacred heart, The heart of Shelley, and hast felt the
fire Wherein the drossier framework of that
"'Tis not restraint or liberty
-If we had not weighty cause
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
went high He sought the storm; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast
his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else why should he, with wealth and
honour blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please, Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease? And all to leave what by his toil he won To that unfeathered, two-legged thing
a son !
We rule in every public meeting,
In friendship false, implacable in hate,
(known, Where crowds can wink and no offence be Since, in another's guilt, they find their own !
(since, Now, manifest of crimes contrived long He stood at bold defiance with his prince; Held up the buckler of the people's cause Against the Crown, and skulked behind
1631--1701. CHARACTER OF AN AMBITIOUS,
Of these the false Achitophel* was first
but a type rather than an individual.
In the first rank of these did Zimri stand,
long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buf