55 And all I remember is, friends flocking round ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. R. BROWNING. 60 THE SHEPHERD IN WINTER. WHEN red hath set the beamless sun, When the tired ploughman, dry and warm, Hurling the hail, and sleeted rain, 5 Against the casement's tinkling pane; -The sounds that drive wild deer, and fox, Oft he looks forth, and hopes, in vain, The blast may sink in mellowing rain; And forth the hardy swain must go. 15 Long, with dejected look and whine, The blast, that whistles o'er the fells, F 20 25 Oft he looks back, while streaming far His paths, his landmarks, all unknown, 35 Close to the aid he sought in vain, The morn may find the stiffen'd swain : His orphans raise their feeble wail; SIR W. SCOTT. 40 THE DYING GIRL AND FLOWERS. BEAR them not from grassy dells Kindred to the breeze they are, 5 And the many-whispering tree : 10 Oh! too deep a love, and vain, Spread them not before the eyes Woo thou not the spirit back From its lone and viewless track, With the bright things which have birth With the violet's breath would rise Dreams too sweet would haunt her bed; 15 20 Hush! 'tis thou that dreaming art, 25 Calmer is her gentle heart. Yes! o'er fountain, vale, and grove, Leaf and flower, hath gush'd her love; Therefore once, and yet again, 45 With a light and flush of bloom : BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here a while, What! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight; And so to bid good-night? 'Twas pity Nature brought you forth But ye are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave; And, after they have shown their pride, Into the grave. HERRICK. 5 ΙΟ 15 GINEVRA. IF thou should'st ever come by choice or chance To Modena,1 where still religiously Among her ancient trophies is preserved Bologna's bucket (in its chain it hangs Within that reverend tower the Guirlandine), 5 II Will long detain thee. Through their arched walks 1 A town in the north of Italy. 2 The name of a famous family of Modena. Perhaps the two,1 for groves were their delight, Read only part that day-a summer-sun 15 20 25 As though she said, "Beware!"—her vest of gold Broider'd with flowers, and clasp'd from head to foot An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; 30 35 Like some wild melody !-Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion, But richly carved by Antony of Trent, 40 That by the way—it may be true or false— But don't forget the picture; and thou wilt not, 45 She was an only child; from infancy That precious gift-what else remain'd to him? 50 |