Increase of lays ncreases misery. And misery brings selfishness which ears The heart's first feelings: mid the battie's roar. This I beneid, or treamed it in 1 iream:- A furious battle, and men yeiled, and swords And thought. Had I a sword of keener steel- Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead. And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout To Wordsworth POET of Nature, thou hast wept to know These common woes I feel. Which thou too feel'st, yet I One loss is mine alone deplore. Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. The Lost Leader JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags were they purple, his heart had been proud! RECUSANTS AND STANDARD-BEARERS WELL, Stanzas to... ELL, some may hate, and some may scorn, But my sad heart must ever mourn 6 'That hides thy unlamented head! Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain, But these were thoughts that vanished too; Do I despise the timid deer, Because his limbs are fleet with fear? Or would I mock the wolf's death-howl, Let Pity's heart as tender be; 6 Say Earth, lie lightly on that breast, And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest!' EMILY BRONTË. |