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Thy silver locks, once auburn bright,
For could I view nor them nor thee,
Partakers of thy sad decline,
Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st
And still to love, though press'd with ill,
But ah! by constant heed I know How oft the sadness that I show Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, My Mary!
And should my future lot be cast
THE DYING MAN IN HIS GARDEN
HY, Damon, with the forward day Dost thou thy little spot survey, From tree to tree, with doubtful cheer, Pursue the progress of the year, What winds arise, what rains descend, When thou before that year shalt end?
What do thy noontide walks avail,
Vain wretch! canst thou expect to see
Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green
N the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too,
And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade too,
A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game,
And a purse when a friend wants to borrow; I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame,
Nor what honours await him to-morrow.
From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely
And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly
And while peace and plenty I find at my board,
And when I at last must throw off this frail covering
face in the glass I'll serenely survey,
And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow.
IFE! I know not what thou art,
Life! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dearPerhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
- Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
A. L. Barbauld
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S
UCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
-Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
He stared at the Pacific, and all his men