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And nursed in rosy bowers.
A mountain land with flaming brand,
Resolved to be forever free,
As the Almighty made her.
MOST people have experienced precisely the sensations which inspired a little poem called "Two Moods":
I. All yesterday you were so near to me,
It seemed as if I hardly moved or spoke
To a new life that found me everywhere,
And so encompassed me,
Whether I thought or not, it could not but be there.
2. To-day your words approve me, and your heart
Is mine as ever, yet the heavenly sense
Of oneness that made every hour intense
With love's full perfectness, is gone from thence;
And though our hands are clasped, our souls are two,
And in my thoughts I say, "This is myself—this you !"
THE Granger goeth into his broad fields, and he falleth unto buzzing himself:
My lord rides through his palace gate,
The sage thinks long on many a thing,
The farmer he must feed them all.
THE writer has long admired the fidelity and brevity of this rural picture a picture, too, which is so rich in detail that it would require more time to look at the original than it does to read this portrayal :
Beside the pasture bars, the cows,
With heavy udders, patient stand;
Their errant broods to rest command.
Homeward the geese in straggling line.
A WAIF of three stanzas called "The Workingman tains these lines :
The plaintive low of waiting kine,
All tell of day's decline.
And through oak openings, far away,
'Mid palest greens and faintest pinks,
The working men, whate'er the task,
Who carve the stone, or bear the hod,
The royal stamp and seal of God;
And worthier are their drops of sweat
1. "Only a lock of golden hair,"
HERE is a sample of delicate opposition, conveying as fine
a sparkle of fun as may be found:
2. Only a lock of golden hair,"
The lover wrote, "Perchance to-night
The maiden, smiling, sweetly said,
As she laid it over the back of a chair
THERE were a few lines in "The Black Crook," so notorious fifteen years ago, which had a good deal of ring to them. Fetch out the word " drag" with all the throat that will stick to it:
If when the brazen tongue of clamorous time
A LONDON poet named Bourdillon has lately pleased all the world with eight lines of verse. He is likely to be heard from
in the future:
The night has a thousand eyes,
Yet the light of the bright world dies
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
JOHN PIERPONT, of Boston, hit upon the following language in a long screed called " A Word from a Petitioner," composed in 1840. The lines have reference to the theoretical operation of the principle of universal suffrage, and the weapon alluded to is the ballot-box:
THE play of "Ingomar, the Barbarian, " uses a verse of poetry, of which two lines are exceedingly good and two are quite bad:
We have a weapon firmer set,
A weapon that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will
As lightning does the will of God.
FRANCIS M. FINCH wrote "The Blue and the Gray," the refrain of which is a linking of simplicity and force :
What love is, if thou wouldst be taught,
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
HORACE SMITH'S "Address to the Mummy" has some stanzas which will not readily depart from the mind after they have been carefully read:
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
5. Perhaps that very hand, now pinioned flat,
Has hob-a-nobbed with Pharaoh, glass to glass;
Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
A torch at the great Temple's dedication.
I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed,
Long after thy primeval race was run.
9. Since first thy form was in this box extended
Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head,
Marched armies o'er thy tomb with thunderin; tread,
In the days when Horace Smith gazed upon the dried-up Egyptian, such curiosities were genuine. But in this age of atheism, when men neither fear God nor reverence antiquity, any sentiment spent on mummies is crocodile, like the skin they are made out of.
ALONG Somewhere in 1870 a gentleman in the East made a translation of Virgil's Æneid, which was warranted to be perfectly harmless as a "pony" for collegiates seeking the royal road to Latin scholarship. Here was one of Dido's didos :
She beat upon her breasts tremendously,
SOMETIMES a whole volume of feeling can be put into two or three little words by a person of genius, and what would have attracted no particular attention in an extended form becomes matter for frequently-recurring contemplation if first sprung suddenly from behind some little sentence. The poem called by its author, Mrs Ethel L. Beers, "The Picket Guard,” but by the world "All Quiet Along the Potomac To-Night," is a shining example of the force to be obtained through the proper compression of pathetic language:
1. "All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
'Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket."
3. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
And he thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed,
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack; his face dark and grim,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,
For their mother, may Heaven defend her!
4. The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,
Were pledged to be ever unbroken;
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,
As if to keep down the heart-swelling
5. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree,
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, —
THE brilliant poem "Teneriffe" was contributed to McMillan's Magazine by Frederick W. H. Myers. Its best points are here exhibited. Alabaster is sometimes red:
THOMAS OTWAY, the friend of Collins, died in a garret,
where he was hiding from creditors. Hunger had as much to