ouse I trod, Fnd tre Arnold (1822-1888] СКАЧА To she pisto ving iceboard eneath us; }guor en no more. olish baby, fights, and frets; rving nothing;guti what he gets bl Thomas Carlyle [1795-1881] wold ads to esvasl: BILITYBOS SOLE Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst eyes that change ere night Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Percy Bysshe Shelley [1792-1822] A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE De mémoires de Roses on n'a point vu mourir le Jardinier THE Rose in the garden slipped her bud, The full Rose waxed in the warm June air, And she spread and spread till her heart lay bare; But the breeze of the morning blew, and found And he came at noon, that Gardener old, And he raked them gently under the mold. And I wove the thing to a random rhyme: Austin Dobson (1840 "OH, EARLIER SHALL THE ROSEBUDS BLOW" Он, earlier shall the rosebuds blow, In after years, those happier years, Oh, true shall boyish laughter ring, And merrier shall the maiden sing: And I not there, and I not there. Down, Sad Soul" 3173 g in the summer night Eh shall be, so quick and free; flash of their delight see, I may not see. eam, with wider range, s shall shine, but not on mine: mblest, by worldly change, must rest, the dead shall rest. William Johnson Cory [1823-1892] THE DOVE d the sweet dove died; t grieve for? Its feet were tied ng! would you not live with me? eetly, as in the green trees? John Keats [1795-1821) We dream; do thou the same; We laugh, yet few we shame The gentle, never. Stay, then, till sorrow dies; Then-hope and happy skies Are thine for ever! Bryan Waller Procter [1787-1874] ON A TEAR O THAT the chemist's magic art The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its luster caught from Chloe's eye; Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! Benign restorer of the soul! Who ever fliest to bring relief, When first we feel the rude control Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief. The sage's and the poet's theme, That very law which molds a tear, That law preserves the earth a sphere, |