CATHARINA

The achievements of art may amuse,
May even our wonder excite,

But groves, hills, and valleys diffuse
A lasting, a sacred delight.

Since then in the rural recess
Catharina alone can rejoice,
May it still be her lot to possess
The scene of her sensible choice!
To inhabit a mansion remote

From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note

To measure the life that she leads.

With her book, and her voice, and her lyre,
To wing all her moments at home;
And with scenes that new rapture inspire
As oft as it suits her to roam;

She will have just the life she prefers,
With little to hope or to fear,

And ours would be pleasant as hers,

Might we view it enjoying it here.

WILLIAM COWPER

WE TWO LEARNED THE
LESSON TOGETHER

o learned the lesson together,
oldest of all, yet so new

self, and I'm wondering whether as utterly novel to you?

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you seemed to have known them, pictures that changed 'neath our eyes; by what hand were you shown them, t I find you so womanly wise?

range that my hand on your shoulder he dusk of the day should be placed? ou say to yourself, "Were he older arm had encircled my waist?”

è so, so be it, fair teacher;

at your feet and am wise,

ch page of the book is a feature,

I the light of the reading, your eyes.

WE TWO LEARNED THE LESSON

We have met, and the meeting is over;
We must part, and the parting is now;
We have played out the game-I, boy-lover,
In earnest, and you, dearest, how?

RUDYARD KIPLING

WHEN I WAS ONE-AND

TWENTY

HEN I was one-and-twenty

I heard a wise man say,

Five crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; ve pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." at I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.

hen I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
is paid with sighs a-plenty
And sold for endless rue.'
d I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 't is true, 't is true.

A. E. HOUSMAN

FLORINE

COULD I bring back lost youth again

And be what I have been,

I'd court you in a gallant strain,
My young and fair Florine.

But mine's the chilling age that chides

Devoted rapture's glow,

And Love

that conquers all besides

Finds Time a conquering foe.

Farewell! we're severed by our fate

As far as night from noon;

You came into the world too late,

And I depart so soon..

THOMAS CAMPBELL