For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely arm she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief— 'Twas vain;-the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing : The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. THE FUGITIVES. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. THE waters are flashing, The whirlwind is rolling, The minster bells ringing- The Earth is like Ocean, << Our boat has one sail, Who should follow us now," And she cried: "Ply the oar; And from isle, tower, and rock, "And fearest thou, and fearest thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?" One boat-cloak did cover Their blood beats one measure, While around, the lashed Ocean, In the court of the fortress Like a bloodhound well beaten On the topmost watch-turret, Stands the grey tyrant father,- And with curses as wild To MARY IN HEAVEN. ROBERT BURNS. THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past! Thy image at our last embrace Ab little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? THE CHILDREN'S Hour. H. W. LONGFELLOW. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, I hear in the chamber above me The sound of a door that is opened, From my study I see in the lamplight, A whisper, and then a silence; They are plotting and planning together A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! They climb up into my turret, They almost devour me with kisses, In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, I have you fast in my fortress, And there will I keep you for ever, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, ; |