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But thou sweet Nymph! proclaimed our Faery Queen,
With what obeisance meet -
Thy presence shall we greet 2
For lo! attendant on thy steps are seen
Graceful EASE in artless stole,
And white-robed PURITY of soul,
With HoNo UR's softer mein;
MIRTH of the loosely-flowing hair,
And meek eyed PITY eloquently fair,
Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view,
As snow-drop wet with dew.

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Unboastful Maid! though now the LILY pale
Transparent grace thy beauties meek;
Yet ere again along the impurpling vale,
The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove,
Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws,
We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek;
And, haply, from the nectar-breathing Rose
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THE RAVEN.

A CHRISTMAS TALE, ToI.D BY A school-boy to HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.

UNDERN EATH a huge oak tree
There was, of swine, a huge company,
That grunted as they crunched the mast:
For that was ripe, and fell full fast.
Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high :
One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.
Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly:
He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy!
Blacker was he than blackest jet,
Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet.
He picked up the acorn and buried it straight
By the side of a river both deep and great.
Where then did the Raven go?
He went high and low,
Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go.

Many Autumns, many Springs
Travelled he with wandering wings:
Many Summers, many Winters—
I can’t tell half his adventures.

At length he came back, and with him a She,
And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.
They built them a nest in the topmost bough,
And young ones they had, and were happy enow.
But soon came a woodman in leathern guise,
His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.
He'd an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,
But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,
At length he brought down the poor Raven's own oak.
His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,
And their mother did die of a broken heart.

The boughs from the trunk the woodman did sever; And they floated it down on the course of the river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip, And with this tree and others they made a good ship. The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand. It bulged on a rock, and the waves rushed in fast: The old Raven flew round and round, and cawed to the blast.

He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls—
See! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls!
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all, and Rev ENGE was sweet !

ABSENCE.

A FA REW ELL ODE ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR
JESUS COLLEGE CA M BRIDG E.

WHERE graced with many a classic spoil
CAM rolls his reverend stream along,
I haste to urge the learned toil
That sternly chides my love-lorn song:
Ah me! too mindful of the days
Illumed by PAssion's orient rays,
When Peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health
Enriched me with the best of wealth.

Ah fair Delights that o'er my soul
On Memory's wing, like shadows fly!
Ah Flowers which Joy from Eden stole
While Innocence stood smiling by 1–
But cease, fond Heart! this bootless moan:
Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown
Shall yet return, by Absence crowned,
And scatter livelier roses round.

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