"DIFFERENT MINDS INCLINE TO DIFFERENT OBJECTS; ONE PURSUES THE VAST ALONE,-(MARK AKENSIDE) "IN FAITH AND HOPE THE WORLD WILL DISagree, SONNETS. Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The grasshopper's among some grassy hills. [JOHN KEATS. See p. 219.] 347 XIV. TO AILSA ROCK. JEARKEN, thou craggy ocean pyramid !* Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowl's screams! First with the whales, last with the eagle skies— THE WONDERFUL, THE WILD; ANOTHER SIGHS FOR HARMONY AND GRACE, AND GENTLEST BEAUTY."-AKENSIDE. XV. THE EVENING CLOUD. CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun, O'er the still radiance of the lake below. * Ailsa Crag is an isolated rock, of pyramidal outline, situated off the mouth of the river Clyde, and about twenty miles from the Ayrshire coast. BUT ALL MANKIND'S CONCERN IS CHARITY."-POPE. "AH, LITTLE THINK THE GAY, LICENTIOUS, PROUD, WHOM PLEASURE, POWER, AND AFFLUENCE SURROUND! 348 66 FROM NATURE'S CHAIN, WHATEVER LINK YOU STRIKE, SONNETS. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow! While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous West. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul ! Right onwards to the golden gates of heaven, Where, to the eye of faith, it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies. [JOHN WILSON, born 1785, died 1844. His principal poems, which contain many graceful descriptive passages, and are instinct with a very tender and subdued pathos, are "The City of the Plague" and "The Isle of Palms;" but he is more generally known by the remarkable papers which, under the nom de plume of "Christopher North," he for many years contributed to Blackwood's Magazine. He was also Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh.] XVI. FALSE POETS AND TRUE. OOK how the lark soars upward and is gone, His voice is heard, but body there is none Like raining music from the morning cloud. Of undistinguished birds, a twittering race; [THOMAS HOOD. See p. 222.] TENTH OR TEN THOUSANDTH, BREAKS THE CHAIN ALIKE."-POPE. HOW MANY FEEL, THIS VERY MOMENT, DEATH, AND ALI. THE SAD VARIETY OF PAIN."-JAMES THOMSON. "THE MAKER JUSTLY CLAIMS THAT WORLD HE MADE, IN THIS THE RIGHT OF PROVIDENCE IS LAID GAIN the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze: Then haste, sweet rose! sweet woodbine, hymn the morn, [EBENEZER ELLIOTT, popularly known as the "Corn-Law Rhymer," in ITS SACRED MAJESTY THROUGH ALL DEPENDS ON USING SECOND MEANS TO WORK HIS ENDS."PARNELL. XVIII.-NOT DEATH, BUT LOVE. THOUGHT once how Theocritus † had sung To bear a gift for mortals, old and young; * So Shelley tells us, that "The very worm that creeps beneath the sod †Theocritus, the Greek pastoral poet, flourished about 360-310 B.C. STILL SO IT FLOWS; YET NEVER IS THE SAME."-HOLYDAY. THE LIGHT THAT NEVER WAS,-ON SEA OR LAND, Aud as I nursed it in his antique tongue The sweet sad years, the melancholy years, Behind me, and drew me backwards by the hair, "Guess now who holds thee?"-"Death," I said; but The silver answer rang-" Not Death, but Love." [ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. See p. 235.] "HEARD MELODIES ARE SWEET, BUT THOSE UNHEARD ARE SWEETER; THEREFORE, YE SOFT PIPES, PLAY ON; NOT TO THE SENSUAL EAR, BUT, MORE endeared, PIPE TO THE SPIRIT DITTIES OF NO TONE."-KEATS. XIX.-WORLDLY PLACE. VEN in a palace, life may be led well!" Marcus Aurelius.* But the stifling den I'll stop, and say--" There were no succour here! [MATTHEW ARNOLD. See p. 326.] * Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, one of the wisest and noblest of the Roman emperors, was born in A.D. 121, died in A.D. 180. THE CONSECRATION, AND THE POET'S DREAM."-WORDSWORTH. "FOR I HAVE LEARNED TO LOOK ON NATURE, NOT AS IN THE HOUR OF THOUGHTLESS YOUTH; "E'EN FROM THE TOMB THE VOICE OF NATURE CRIES, WINTER, wilt thou never, never go? And I must crouch in corners from rough weather; And the large sun dips red behind the hills. [DAVID GRAY, born 1838, died 1861. This young poet, who may claim E'EN IN OUR ASHES LIVE THEIR WONTED FIRES."-GRAY. BUT HEARING OFTENTIMES THE STILL SAD MUSIC OF HUMANITY."-WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. |