And with a shower of kisses press'd The darling little one. "And where went Jane?". -“To a nunnery, Sir— Look not again so pale— Kinghorn's old dame grew harsh to her."— "And has she ta'en the veil ?". "Sit down, Sir," said the priest, "I bar Rash words."-They sat all three, And the boy play'd with the knight's broad star, As he kept him on his knee. "Think ere you ask her dwelling-place," The abbot further said; "Time draws a veil o'er beauty's face More deep than cloister's shade. "Grief may have made her what you can The priest undid two doors that hid The inn's adjacent room, And there a lovely woman stood, One moment may with bliss repay Such was the throb and mutual sob Of the Knight embracing Jane. THE HARPER. On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, Poor dog! he was faithful and kind, to be sure, And he constantly loved me, although I was poor; When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away, I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray. When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold, And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old, How snugly we slept in my old coat of gray, And he lick'd me for kindness-my poor dog Tray. Though my wallet was scant, I remember'd his case, Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face; Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind? SONG. TO THE EVENING STAR. STAR that bringest home the bee, Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard, Star of love's soft interviews, By absence from the heart. T SONG. "MEN OF ENGLAND." MEN of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood! Men whose undegenerate spirit Has been proved on land and flood: By the foes you've fought uncounted, Yet remember England gathers Glow not in your hearts the same. What are monuments of bravery, Trophied temples, arch, and tomb? |