1192 of sin or legal debt; for with His own laws He can best dispense. THE CURSE OF KEHAMA I CHARM thy life from the weapons of strife, and know thee and fly thee; and the Winds shall not touch thee when they pass by thee, and the Dews shall not wet thee, when they fall nigh thee: and the Curse shall be on thee for ever and ever. J. MILTON R. SOUTHEY 1193 CHORUS OF DRUIDS LEEP and Silence reign around; circle, sons, this holy ground; And if, masked in vapours drear, any earth-born spirit dare to hover round this sacred space, haste with light spells the murky foe to chase. Lift your boughs of vervain blue, dipt in cold September dew; and dash the moisture chaste and clear, o'er the ground, and through the air: now the place is purged and pure. for such must bleed beneath yon oak. 1194* 1195 W. MASON THE STINGS OF CONSCIENCE EHOLD what furies still ВЕН torment their tortured brest, haue wrought the world's unrest. th' eternall larum is, that ever-barking dog that calles upon their misse. No meanes at all to hide man from himselfe can finde: no way to start aside out from the hell of minde, but in himselfe confined the sure and certaine gaine impiety doth get, and wanton loose respect that doth it selfe forget. S. DANIEL MISHAPS OUR DAILY MATES THE HE boiling tempest still nor still the northern blast 1196 on waves wind tosseth fast, still keeps his ship from home. Nor Jove still down doth cast, MARY COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE LOOK SONG IN ARCADES OOK nymphs, and shepherds look! is that which we from hence descry, This, this is she to whom our vows and wishes bend; Fame, that her high worth to raise Mark what radiant state she spreads, sitting like a goddess bright, Might she the wise Latona be, of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: the jolly god in triumph comes; sound the trumpets; beat the drums; he shows his honest face: now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, drinking is the soldier's pleasure: rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; fought all his battles o'er again; and thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain. J. DRYDEN 1201 H HYMN TO BEAUTY AND VIRTUE AIL sacred source of heaven and earth! 1199 curat spernere pontum, et fluctibus minantem montis cacumen alti bibulas vitet arenas. sortem sedis amoenæ, felix robore valli, duces serenus ævum, BOETHIVS INVOCATION OF SABRINA fair, SABRINA where thou art sitting under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, in name of great Oceanus; by the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, |