"WHAT SIGHT CAN FIERY MORNING SHOW TO SHAME THE STARS OR PALE MOONLIGHT?-(CORNWALL) "WE DO WHAT WE DESIRE. 'TIS NOT THE SINEWS-(CORNWALL) WHAT BOUNTY CAN THE DAY BESTOW, LIKE THAT WHICH FALLS FROM GENTLE NIGHT?"-CORNWALL. ["The sea! the sea! the open sea!"] I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be! I love (oh, how I love) to ride And why the south-west blasts do blow. "TOUCH US GENTLY, TIME! LET US GLIDE ADOWN THY STREAM-(BARRY CORNWALL) ["And the whale it whistled."] And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, OF LIGHT INWOVE, IN HEAVEN'S IMMORTAL LOOM."-CORNWALL. 66 THE RAINBOW, SHADOWY ARCH, OF EVERY HUE-(BARRY CORNWALL) 350 BRYAN WALLER PROCTER. I never was on the dull, tame shore, The waves were white, and red the morn, GENTLY, AS WE SOMETIMES GLIDE THROUGH A QUIET DREAM!"-BARRY CORNWALL. "TOUCH US GENTLY, TIME! WE'VE NOT PROUD NOR SOARING WINGS: HOW BEAUTIFUL IS MORNING, WHEN THE STREAMS (CORNWALL) THE HAPPY HOURS. 351 I've lived since then, in calm and strife, With wealth to spend and a power to range, [From Barry Cornwall's "English Songs."] OUR AMBITION, OUR CONTENT LIES IN SIMPLER THINGS."-CORNWALL. THE HAPPY HOURS. H, the hours! the happy hours! Why should Time and toil Of such happy Hours? Oh, the hours! the spring-time hours! The love, the light, the bloom Ever do the year's bright hours But no new springs bear [From Barry Cornwall's "English Songs."] OF LIGHT COME RUNNING UP THE EASTERN SKIES!"-CORNWALL. "HUMBLER VOYAGERS ARE WE, O'ER LIFE'S DIM, UNSOUNDED SEA,-(CORNWALL) 64 THE MIGHTIEST POWERS BY DEEPEST CALMS ARE FED,-(CORNWALL) SEEKING ONLY SOME CALM CLIME TOUCH US GENTLY, GENTLE TIME!"-CORNWALL. THOUSAND miles from land are Tossing about on the roaring sea; The sails are scattered abroad like weeds; The strong masts shake like quivering reeds; The mighty cables and iron chains, The hull, which all earthly strength disdains, They strain, and they crack; and hearts like stone AND SLEEP, HOW OFT, IN THINGS THAT GENTLEST BE!"-CORNWALL. 66 METHINKS, I FAIN WOULD LIE BY THE LONE SEA,-(CORNWALL) Up and down! up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown, And amidst the flashing and feathery foam For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young, and to teach them spring Where the whale, and the shark, and the sword-fish sleep, The Petrel telleth her tale-in vain ; "SONG SHOULD BREATHE OF SCENTS AND FLOWERS; SONG SHOULD LIKE A RIVER FLOW; SONG SHOULD BRING BACK SCENES AND HOURS THAT WE LOVED, AH, LONG AGO!"-CORNWALL. FULLER'S BIRD. 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. HE wild-winged creature, clad in gore (His bloody human meal being o'er), Comes down to the water's brink; 'Tis the first time he there hath gazed, And straight he shrinks-alarmed—amazed, And dares not drink. AND HEAR THE WATERS THEIR WHITE MUSIC WEAVE. "-CORNWALL. |