No strife disturbs his sister's breast; Her joy is like an instinct, joy Her brother now takes up the note, Then settling into fond discourse, We told o'er all that we had done,- We talked of change, of winter gone, To her these tales they will repeat, -But, see, the evening star comes forth A moment's heaviness they feel, 'Tis gone--and in a merry fit They run up stairs in gamesome race; Five minutes past and oh the change! W LUCY GRAT; OR, SCÍTIDL Ory I had heard of Lucy Smy: No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew, --The sweetest thing than ever grew You yet may spy the fawn at play. "Tonight will be a stormy night— Ani take a lantern, child, to Eight "That, father, will I gladly do; Tis scarcely afternoon The Minster clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon." At this the father raised his hook And snapped a faggot-band; He plied his work;- and Lucy took Not blyther is the mountain roe : With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb; But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood And thence they saw the bridge of wood And, turning homeward, now they cried, Then downward from the steep hill's edge And then an open field they crossed: They followed from the snowy bank -Yet some maintain that to this day That you may see sweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind. VIII. ALICE FELL; OR, POVERTY. THE post-boy drove with fierce career, A moan, a lamentable sound. As if the wind blew many ways I heard the sound,-and more and more. It seemed to follow with the chaise, At length I to the boy called out; The boy then smacked his whip, and fast "Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room" Upon the Sight of a Beautiful Picture "The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade" "Weak is the will of man, his judgment blind "Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!" "The shepherd, looking eastward, softly said " "How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks " "Where lies the land to which you ship must go "Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress " "Mark the concentrated hazels that enclose "Dark, and more dark, the shades of evening fell " "These words were uttered in a pensive mood" "The world is too much with us; late and soon "Calm is all nature as a resting wheel" "Earth has not anything to show more fair" "Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side" "Brook! whose society the poet seeks " "Beloved vale!' I said, 'when I shall con "Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne " "Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind" "It is a beauteous evening, calm and free "What need of clamorous bells or ribbons gay' On approaching Home after a Tour in Scotland "I grieved for Buonaparte, with a vain" "Festivals have I seen that were not names" "Dear fellow-traveller, here we are once more "Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood " Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland "O friend! I know not which way I must look " "Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour" "Great men have been among us; hands that penned "It is not to be thought of that the flood" "When I have borne in memory what has tamed " "One might believe that natural miseries" "There is a bondage which is worse to bear" "These times touch moneyed worldlings with dismay "England! the time is come when thou shouldst wean' "Not 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave" "I dropped my pen, and listened to the wind " "Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest "And is it among rude untutored dales " "O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain " On the Final Submission of the Tyrolese "Hail, Zaragoza! if with unwet eye" "Say, what is honour? "Tis the finest sense' "The martial courage of a day is vain " "Look now on that adventurer who hath paid " "Is there a power that can sustain and cheer" "Ah! where is Palafox? Nor tongue nor pen "In due observance of an ancient rite" |