KING CHARLES II. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Nor ever does a wise one. EARL OF ROCHESTER. JAMES THOMSON. A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, On virtue still, and nature's pleasing themes, Poured forth his unpremeditated strain : The world forsaking with a calm disdain, Here laughed he careless in his easy seat; Here quaffed, encircled with the joyous train, Oft moralizing sage: his ditty sweet He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat. Stanza introduced in'o Thomson's "Castle of Indolence," Cant.1. LORD LYTTELTON, Ye men of wit and social eloquence ! Monody on the Death of Sheridan. BYRO . Because I found a home in haunts by others scorned, The partial wood-gods overpaid my love, And through my rock-like, solitary wont Shot million rays of thought and tenderness. HAWTHORNE HARP of New England Song, That even in slumber trembled with the touch Of poets who like the four winds from thee waken Made answer, quick as flame, But he whose quickened eye Saw through New England's life her inmost spirit,- Returns not, since he laid the pencil by Whose mystic touch none other shall inherit ! What though its work unfinished lies? Half-bent The rainbow's arch fades out in upper air; The shining cataract half-way down the height EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Publishers: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., Boston Such a paragond is wom and Letcle creps' up quite undikacione An' peeked on thin the winder Let An' there sat Sulby all alone us line, Uncle Daw; Let us live and Love, Biddy: What's the world to a when his wife is a an 2 |