In mosses mixt with violet When all the glimmering moorland rings As she fled fast thro' sun and shade, The rein with dainty finger-tips, A FAREWELL. FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, No where by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, THE BEGGAR MAID. HER arms across her breast she laid; Before the king Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stept down, "She is more beautiful than day." As shines the moon in clouded skies, I HAD a vision when the night was late: But that his heavy rider kept him down. capes а Suffused them, sitting, lying, languid shapes, By heaps of gourds, and skins of wine, and piles of grapes. II. Then methought I heard a mellow sound, Panted hand in hand with faces pale, Till the fountain spouted, showering wide Rose again from where it seem'd to fail, As 't were a hundred-throated nightin- The strong tempestuous treble throbb'd Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, IV. Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin! Let us hob-and-nob with Death. "I am old, but let me drink; Bring me spices, bring me wine; I remember, when I think, That my youth was half divine. "Wine is good for shrivell'd lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, And the leaf is stamp'd in clay. "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee : What care I for any name? What for order or degree? "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine: Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest ? thine or mine? "Thou shalt not be saved by works: Thou hast been a sinner too : Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, Empty scarecrows, I and you! "Fill the cup, and fill the can : Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "Let her go! her thirst she slakes Where the bloody conduit runs : Then her sweetest meal she makes On the first-born of her sons. "Drink to lofty hopes that coolVisions of a perfect State : Drink we, last, the public fool, Frantic love and frantic hate. "Chant me now some wicked stave, Till thy drooping courage rise, And the glow-worm of the grave Glimmer in thy rheumy eyes. And I desire to rest. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where And I would that my tongue could utter I lie : Go by, go by. THE EAGLE. FRAGMENT. HE clasps the crag with hooked hands; The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave O, happy planet, eastward go; Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. The thoughts that arise in me. |