7. TO SLEEP. Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep! Call thee worst Tyrant by which Flesh is crost ? 8. With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh, Some veering up and down, one knew not why. Come like a Giant from a haven broad; This Ship to all the rest did I prefer: When will she turn, and whither? She will brook No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir: On went She, and due north her journey took. 9. TO THE RIVER DUDDON. O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot 10. FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHAEL ANGELO. Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, And I be undeluded, unbetray'd; For if of our affections none find grace In sight of Heaven, then, wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit? Better plea As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, 11. FROM THE SAME. No mortal object did these eyes behold When first they met the placid light of thine, And hope of endless peace in me grew bold: The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes: nor will he lend Even here below, but more in heaven above. |