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A being breathing thoughtful breath,
HE is not fair to outward view
maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,
The love-light in her eye:
FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden ;
Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Innocent is the heart's devotion
P. B. Shelley
THE LOST LOVE
HE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove; A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye! - Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and O! The difference to me!
unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England ! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
'T is past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire ;
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd
The bowers where Lucy play'd ; And thine too is the last
field That Lucy's eyes survey'd.
THE EDUCATION OF NATURE
grew in sun and shower 3
On earth was never sown :
‘Myself will to my darling be
'She shall be sportive as the fawn
“The floating clouds their state shall lend
‘The stars of midnight shall be dear
* And vital feelings of delight
Thus Nature spake — The work was done -
SLUMBER did my spirit seal ;
I had no human fears :
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force ;
She neither hears nor sees;
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER
A Cries Boatman, do not tarry !
CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound
And I'll give thee a silver pound
Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle
"And fast before her father's men
‘His horsemen hard behind us ride
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight