GRIEVE not that ripe Knowledge takes away JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. TO HELEN. MOMENTARY wish passed through my brain, To be the monarch of some magic place, Thick-sown with burning gems, or to constrain The uncouth help of some half-demon race, Vexing the pearl-paved billows of the main. For thee, and starry caverns in far space. Even in the humblest trifles, love can trace Its value, to the level of their own. SIR FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE. AUTUMN. OW Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent summer dealt. Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve, Pensive and glad, with tones that recognise The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes, It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave To walk with memory, when distant lies Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. S M OCTOBER. 3Y, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of soft looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. WORLDLY PLACE. VEN in a palace, life may be led well! Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell, Our freedom for a little bread we sell, Even in a palace! On his truth sincere, Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win, I'll stop, and say: "There were no succour here! The aids to noble life are all within." MATTHEW ARNOLD. |