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But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
"I HAVE read of a bird, which hath a face like, and yet will prey upon, a man; who coming to the water to drink, and finding there by reflection that he hath killed one like himself, pineth away by degrees, and never afterwards enjoyeth itself."-FULLER'S WORTHIES.
THE wild-winged creature, clad in gore;
Comes down to the water's brink:
"Have I till now," he sadly said,
Preyed on my brother's blood, and made
Once more he glances in the brook,
And once more sees his victim's look;
Then turns away.
With such sharp pain as human hearts
And there, 'midst briars and sheltering weeds,
No more on blood.
And in that weedy brake he lies,
And pines, and pines, until he dies;
And when all 's o'er,—
What follows?-Nought! his brothers slake
Fierce as before!
So Fable flows!-But would
Its moral wrought in human kind,
Its tale made worse;
Turn straight to Man, and in his fame
And forehead read " The Harpy's" name;
But no remorse!
LINES ADDRESSED BY LORD BYRON TO HIS SISTER.
THE castled crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes,
Above, the frequent feudal towers
Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers,
And noble arch in proud decay,
Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers;
But one thing want these banks of Rhine,—
I send the lilies given to me;
The river nobly foams and flows,
Could thy dear eyes in following mine
BYRON.-[From "Childe Harold," canto iii.]
The Spanish Lady's Love.
WILL you hear a Spanish lady
Decked with jewels she had on.
Of a comely countenance and grace was she, And by birth and parentage of high degree.
As his prisoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lie; Cupid's bands did tie them faster By the liking of an eye.
In his courteous company was all her joy, To favour him in anything she was not coy.
But at last there came commandment
For to set the ladies free,
With their jewels still adorned,
None to do them injury.
Then said this lady mild, "Full woe is me! O let me still sustain this kind captivity!
"Gallant captain, show some pity
To a lady in distress;
Leave me not within this city,
For to die in heaviness: