"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! Oh my daughter!" 'Twas vain :-the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing. The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. CAMPBELL. THE ARROW AND THE SONG. I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; I breathed a song into the air, Long, long afterward, in an oak H. W. LONGFELLOW. O WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad; Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad! But warily tent, when you come to court me, At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, lad! BURNS. S SONNET. [ABSENCE AND PRESENCE.] O am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain-jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you, as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope, KUBLA KHAN; OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A FRAGMENT. 66 [One day in the summer of 1797, Coleridge tells us, being at a farm-house on Exmoor, he fell asleep in his chair after reading in " Purchas's Pilgrimage" these or some such words, “Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto: and thus ten miles of fertile ground were enclosed with a wall," and waking after three hours, was aware that a long chain of verse had linked itself in his mind. instantly wrote down the following words; but being then called away on business and detained above an hour, he found on his return that, save some scattered lines and images, the remainder of the beautiful dream-symphony was fled: nor could he ever after recover it.] N Xanadu did Kubla Khan IN A stately pleasure-dome decree : So twice five miles of fertile ground He And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted And from this chasm with ceaseless turmoil seething, Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, The shadow of the dome of pleasure Where was heard the mingled measure A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, M Could I revive within me To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long I would build that dome in air, And drunk the milk of Paradise. COLERIDGE. S HE dwelt among the untrodden ways A Maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave,—and, oh, The difference to me! WORDSWORTH. |