CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI. 1830 [DAUGHTER of Gabriele Rossetti, and sister of D. G. Rossetti; born at London, Dec. 5, 1830. Author of Goblin Market and Other Poems, 1862; The Prince's Progress and Other Poems, 1866; Commonplace and Other Short Stories in Prose, 1870; Sing Song, A Nursery Rhyme Book, 1872; Speaking Likenesses, 1874: Annus Domini, a Prayer for every day in the year, 1874; A Pageant and Other Poems, 1881; Called to be Saints, 1881.] MAUDE CLARE. OUT of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien: His bride was like a village maid, Maude Clare was like a queen. 'Son Thomas," his lady mother said, 'Your father thirty years ago My lord was pale with inward strife, She turn'd to Nell: "My Lady Nell, Though, were it fruit, the bloom were gone, Or, were it flowers, the dew. "Take my share of a fickle heart, Mine of a paltry love: Take it or leave it as you will, I wash my hands thereof." "And what you leave," said Nell, "I'll take, And what you spurn I'll wear; "Yea, though you're taller by the head, UP-HILL. DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. [DAUGHTER of Mr. Wm. Ingelow, late of Ipswich, Suffolk; born about 1830. Her first vol ume of poems came out in 1863, and five years afterwards A Story of Doom and Other Poems appeared. Miss Ingelow's other published works have been in prose, viz.: Studies for Stories, 1864; Stories told to a Child; Mopsa, the Fairy, 1869; Off the Skelligs, 1873; Fated to be Free, 1875; Sarah de Berenger, 1880; Don John, 1883. Her poems have obtained a remarkable degree of popularity, both in this country and in England.] THE COMING IN OF THE "MERMAIDEN." THE moon is bleached as white as wool, And they hang far asunder- I am not satisfied with sleep,- With wan skirts extended, When light and dark are blended. A vessel! To the old pier end Her happy course she's keeping; I heard them name her yesterday: Some were pale with weeping; Some with their heart-hunger sighed, O! now with fancied greetings blest, The stars are gone, the rose-bloom comes No blush of maid is sweeter; Their loss they have, they hold; from pain A keener bliss they borrow. How natural is joy, my heart! How easy after sorrow! For once, the best is come that hope LOVE'S THREAD OF GOLD. In the night she told a story, In the night and all night through, While the moon was in her glory, And the branches dropped with dew. 'Twas my life she told, and round it Rose the years as from a deep; By the misty moonbeam cold, I must weep LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT. It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye, All the world and we two, and Heaven be our stay. Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride! All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side. What's the world, my lass, my love! what can it do? I am thine, and thou art mine; life is sweet and new. If the world have missed the mark, let it stand by, For we two have gotten leave, and once more we'll try. [EDWARD ROBERT BULWER LYTTON, son of the great novelist and poet, was born Nov. 8 1831. Educated at Harrow, and afterwards at Bonn, in Germany. Entered the diplomatic service of the Crown in 1849, and has held important positions of trust at St. Petersburg, Constantinople, Vienna, and other European stations. Appointed in 1876 as the Viceroy of India, which office he resigned in 1880. His first work, Clytemnestra, The Earl's Return, and Other Poems, was published in 1855. The Wanderer; a Collection of Poems in Many Lands, appeared in 1859. This was followed in 1860 by Lucile, which has proved more popular than any of his works. Among his other works are Tannhauser, 1861; The Ring of Amasis, a prose romance, 1863; Fables in Song, 1874; and several volumes of prose writings, including a biography of his father, 1883-1884. In 1867, a collected edition of The Poetical Works of Owen Meredith appeared in two volumes, and were republished in the United States, where most of them had previously appeared.] THE HEART AND NATURE. THE lake is calm; and, calm, the skies The solitary crow; No moan the cushat makes to heave A leaflet round her windless nest; The air is silent in the eve; The world's at rest. All bright below; all pure above; No sense of pain, no sign of wrong; Save in thy heart of hopeless love, Poor Child of Song! Why must the soul through Nature rove, At variance with her general plan? A stranger to the Power, whose love Soothes all save Man? |