Who deem thy verdant wreath the badge of fame,—— Life's purple tide with quicker motion warms! Find thee their only meed-their sole reward; 'Tis thine to flourish for a transient hour, A SONNET UPON SONNETS. Scorn not the Sonnet, critic! you have frowned 5 It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land 1 A distinguished Italian lyric poet, born at Arezzo, 1304. For many years he was enamoured of an Italian lady named Laura, but to whom he was never married. 2 Torquato Tasso, the great Italian epic poet and rival of Ariosto, born at Sorrento, 1544. His father, Bernardo Tasso, was also a celebrated epic and lyric poet. 3 The most distinguished of Portuguese poets, born at Lisbon, 1524. He was banished to the Moluccas for having written a satire on the abuses of the government in India. 4 The greatest of all the Italian poets, born at Florence, 1265. 5 A celebrated poet, born in London, 1553. His chief work is the Faerie Queene. The thing became a trumpet, whence he blew William Wordsworth (1770-1850). FANCY IN NUBIBUS, OR THE POET IN THE CLOUDS. O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould 'Twixt crimson banks; and then a traveller go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Be that blind bard1 who, on the Chian2 strand Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. S. T. Coleridge (1772-1834). PROVIDENCE. Just as a mother with sweet pious face Yearns towards her little children from her seat, Gives one a kiss, another an embrace, Takes this upon her knees, that on her feet; 1 Homer, the greatest name in Greek literature, and the greatest epic poet of all time. 2 Chios (modern Scio), an island in the Ægean Sea, about 7 miles from the coast of Asia Minor. It contends for the honour of having given birth to Homer. 3 The two great compositions of the poet. And while from actions, looks, complaints, pretences, And whether stern or smiling, loves them still,— Makes our necessities its watchful task, Leigh Hunt (1784 — 1859). ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH. Yes, 'twill be over soon.—This sickly dream H. K. White (1785-1806). BEN NEVIS. We climb, we pant, we pause; again we climb: O'er all thy giant progeny sublime; While toiling up the immeasurable height We climb, we pant, we pause: the thickening gloom John Keats (1796 — 1821). THE MOON'S MILD RAY. There is a magic in the moon's mild ray,— And worship Him whose power, pervading space, I've left my youthful sports to gaze, and now, When time with graver lines has marked my brow, Sweetly she shines upon my sobered eye. O, may the light of truth, my steps to guide, Shine on my eve of life-shine soft, and long abide. John H. Bryant. LYRIC POETRY. THE ODE. ODE FOR MUSIC ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY. Note.-Cecilia is the patron saint of music, and she has been falsely regarded as the inventress of the organ. She is said to have suffered martyrdom in 230. 1. Descend, ye nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Let the warbling lute complain : The shrill echoes rebound: While in more lengthened notes and slow, Now louder, and yet louder rise And fill with spreading sounds the skies; The strains decay, And melt away In a dying, dying fall. 2. By music, minds an equal temper know, Or, when the soul is pressed with cares, Warriors she fires with animated sounds; |