"SWEET DROP OF PURE AND PEARLY LIGHT! IN THEE THE RAYS OF VIRTUE SHINE, ROGERS) 364 "SAY, WHAT REMAINS WHEN HOPE IS FLED? SAMUEL ROGERS. And armed ruffians, robbers from the deep, Awhile they gaze on the fallen multitude, Steering for Istria....... On they speed, Now hadst thou seen along that crowded shore A strange and moving contrast to their grief; But long before, MORE CALMLY CLEAR, MORE MILDLY BRIGHT, THAN ANY GEM THAT GILDS THE MINE."-ROGERS. "DEATH, WHEN WE MEET THE SPECTRE IN OUR WALKS, AS WE DID YESTERDAY, AND SHALL TO-MORROW, 66 THE LARK WAS UP, AND AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN, THE BRIDES OF VENICE. 365 Over the waters like a sea-bird flying! Ha! 'tis the same; 'tis theirs! from stem to prow Coasting with narrow search They had surprised the corsairs where they lay Him first, as first in rank, whose name so long Lost and recovered. Thus were the brides [From Rogers' "Italy," illustrated edition.] SOON GROWS FAMILIAR-LIKE MOST OTHER THINGS, SEEN, NOT OBSERVED."-SAMUEL ROGERS. Christina Rossetti. [MISS ROSSETTI belongs to a brilliant and remarkable family. Her father was Gabriele Rossetti, an Italian author of eminence, and the founder of a new school of interpretation of Dante, who died in London in 1854. Her brother Danté Gabriele Rossetti, born in London in 1828, has won distinction as an elegant translator of early Italian poetry, and as an artist of much original power: in conjunction with his brother William, he has edited Gilchrist's "Life of William Blake." He has also issued a volume of remarkable poetry, which has attracted the admiration both of critics and the public. William has edited the "Works of Shelley.' Christina Gabriella Rossetti was born about 1835 or 1836, and, as the author of "Goblin Market," "The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems," has attained a high rank among living poets.] * "Paululum etiam spirans," &c.-Sallust, "Bell. Catalin." SINGING, AS SURE TO ENTER WHEN HE CAME."-ROGERS. 366 66 'TO-DAY IS STILL THE SAME AS YESTERDAY,—(ROSSETTI) CHRISTINA ROSSETTI WILL THE DAY'S JOURNEY TAKE THE WHOLE LONG DAY? FROM MORN TO NIGHT, MY FRIEND."-ROSSETTI. SUMMER. INTER is cold-hearted; When every leaf is on its tree, When Robin's not a beggar, And larks hang, singing, singing, singing, And anchored lilies ride, *"That dim and undiscovered bourne From which no traveller returns."-Shakespeare. TO-MORROW ALSO EVEN AS ONE OF THEM."-C. ROSSETTI. "LOOK UP, RISE UP; FOR FAR ABOVE OUR PALMS ARE GROWN, OUR PLACE IS SET;-(ROSSETTI) WATCH WITH ME, BLESSED SPIRITS, WHO DELIGHT (ROSSETTI) SUMMER. And blue-black beetles transact business, And gnats fly in a host, And moths grow fat and thrive, 367 "And ladybirds arrive."] Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion ALL THROUGH THE LONG NIGHT TO WALK IN WHITE."-ROSSETTI. THERE WE SHALL MEET, AS ONCE WE MET, AND LOVE WITH OLD FAMILIAR LOVE."-ROSSETTI. "THERE IS NO TIME LIKE SPRING, WHEN LIFE'S ALIVE IN EVERY THING,-(CHRISTINA ROSSETTI) WATCH WITH ME, JESUS, IN MY LONELINESS :-(ROSSETTI) CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. GONE FOR EVER. HAPPY rosebud, blooming ["O happy skylark, springing up to the broad blue sky."] O happy skylark, springing Up to the broad blue sky, THOUGH OTHERS SAY ME NAY, YET SAY THOU YES."-ROSSETTI. BEFORE DEFT SWALLOWS SPEED THEIR JOURNEY BACK ALONG THE TRACKLESS TRACK."-ROSSETTI. |