Savonarola. 343 Crabbe. 344 XV John Wilson. 408 George Croly. 412 Emily C. Judson. 414 Thomas Moore. Alexander Pope. Thomas Hood. OUR POETICAL FAVORITES. The Voiceless. WE E count the broken lyres that rest The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy fame is proud to win them; Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story; O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow, But where the glistening night-dews weep O'er nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow. O hearts that break and give no sign To every hidden pang were given, As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven! |