THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845. WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Take her up tenderly, The Death-Bed. Ibid. The Bridge of Sighs. That makes the heart afraid. Ode to Melancholy. There's not a string attuned to mirth, But has its chord in Melancholy. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Ibid. I Remember, I Remember. Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water. Miss Kilmansegg. * It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives. SCOTT. The Antiquary. Chap. xi. Gold! Gold! Gold ! Gold ! Bright and yellow, hard and cold. Her Moral. Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould. How widely its agencies vary To save-to ruin-to curse-to bless As even its minted coins express, Ibid. Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary. Oh! would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, Ibid. To cover my head now And have a good cry! A Table of Errata. THE BRYAN W. PROCTER. HE sea! the sea! the open sea! I never was on the dull, tame shore, The Sea. Ibid. A SAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1855. GUARDIAN-ANGEL o'er his life presiding, The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts-touch them but lightly-pour A thousand melodies unheard before! Then, never less alone than when alone.* Human Life. Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,-He gathers round him. Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; That very law which moulds a tear She was good as she was fair. Ibid. A Wish. To a Tear. Jacqueline. St. 1. * Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset.-CICERO. De Officiis. Lib. iii. cap 1. To see her is to love her, BURNS. Bonnie Lesley. I will, if you please, take you to the house, and introduce you to its worthy master, whom to know is to love.-SIR HUMPHRY DAVY. Salmonia. Eighth Day. None knew thee but to love thee. HALLECK. On the Death of Drake. 332 LYTTON-MASON-TENNYSON. The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. Jacqueline. St. 3. BE EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. ENEATH the rule of men entirely great Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2. Take away the sword, States can be saved without it. In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2. WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. THE fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. Heroic Epistle. Lo ALFRED TENNYSON. OVE took up the harp of Life, and smote on all its chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling passed in music out of sight. Locksley Hall. |