"GO, LET ME WEEP-THERE'S BLISS IN TEARS, WHEN HE WHO SHEDS THEM INLY FEELS "YOU MAY BREAK, YOU MAY RUIN THE VASE, IF YOU WILL,-(MOORE) BUT THE SCENT OF THE ROSES WILL HANG ROUND IT STILL."-MOORE. SOME LINGERING STAIN OF EARLY YEARS EFFACED BY EVERY DROP THAT STEALS."-MOORE. 66 ON, ON TO THE COMBAT; THE HEROES THAT BLEED-(MOORE) He cries, and with a strength that seems Of the fallen chief, and towards the flame Have harmed one glorious limb, expires! [From the "Fire Worshippers," one of the poems introduced in the Oriental romance of "Lalla Rookh," in which Moore seems to have caught something of Scott's vigour and metrical dash, added to his own lavishness of allusion and felicity of phrase.] "LIKE THE GALE, THAT SIGHS ALONG BEDS OF ORIENTAL FLOWERS,-(THOMAS MOORE) IS THE GRATEFUL BREATH OF SONG, THAT ONCE WAS HEARD IN HAPPIER HOURS."-MOORE. 316 "" THERE IS A WORLD, WHERE SOULS ARE FREE,-(MOORE) THOMAS MOORE. Oh, let me hope that thus for me, When life and love shall lose their bloom, To light, if not to warm, the gloom! [From Moore's "Poetical Works," Longman's Collected Edition.] "MANY A HEART THAT NOW BEATS HIGH IN SLUMBER COLD AT NIGHT SHALL LIE,-(THOMAS MOORE) R 66 RICH AND RARE. ICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand. Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way? As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" "Sir knight, I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm; For though they love women and golden store, [From the "Irish Melodies."-The ballad is founded on the following WHERE TYRANTS TAINT NOT NATURE'S BLISS."-MOORE. BUT OH, HOW BLEST THAT HERO'S SLEEP O'ER WHOM A WONDERING WORLD SHALL WEEP!"-MOORE. THE HEAVY TROUBLE, THE BEWILDERING CARE,-(MORRIS) SONG OF THE SEA. William Morris. [THIS true poet has given to the world, of late years, three carefully written works, inspired by genuine fancy and characterized by touches of deep earnest feeling-"The Legend of Arthur and Guenevere," "The Life and Death of Jason," and "The Earthly Paradise." Of the second of these, a brother poet-Algernon Charles Swinburne-not unjustly says: "This 'Jason' is a large and coherent poem, completed as conceived-the style throughout on a level with the invention. In direct narrative power, in clear forthright manner of procedure, not seemingly troubled to select, to pick, and sift, and winnow, yet never superfluous or verbose, never straggling or jarring; in these high qualities it resembles the work of Chaucer. In this poem a new thing of great price has been cast into the English treasure-house. Nor is the cutting and setting of the jewel unworthy of it-art and instinct have wrought hand in hand to its perfection." -Fortnightly Review, July 1867.1 "MEMORIES VAGUE OF HALF-FORGOTTEN THINGS, NOT TRUE OR FALSE, BUT SWEET TO THINK UPON."-MORRIS. 317 "NO GRIEF EVER BORN CAN EVER DIE IN CHANGELESS CHANGE OF SEASONS PASSING BY."-WILLIAM MORRIS. SONG OF THE SEA. BITTER sea, tumultuous sea, Full many an ill is wrought by thee! Unto the wasters of the land Thou holdest out thy wrinkled hand; As the long day of blood is done, The thin bright-eyed Phoenician THAT WEIGHS US DOWN WHO EARN OUR BREAD."-MORRIS. BOTH SEEM AFAR, SO FAR THE PAST ONE SEEMS,-THE GATE OF BIRTH, MADE DIM WITH MANY DREAMS,-(MORRIS) 318 "TWO GATES UNTO THE ROAD OF LIFE THERE ARE, WILLIAM MORRIS. SO FAR, HE THINKS NOT OF THE OTHER GATE WITHIN WHOSE SHADE THE GHOSTS OF DEAD HOPES WAIT."-MORRIS. ["O bitter sea, tumultuous sea."] Yea, whoso sees thee from his door, AND TO THE HAPPY YOUTH BOTH SEEM AFAR, |