THE BROOK-SIDE I WANDER'D by the brook-side, I could not hear the brook flow, But the beating of my own heart I sat beneath the elm-tree; 8 For I listen'd for a footfall, I listen'd for a word, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 16 He came not,-no, he came not, The night came on alone, The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening air pass'd by my cheek, 24 1830. Fast silent tears were flowing, For the beating of our own hearts 32 Richard Monckton Milnes. A HEALTH I FILL this cup to one made up A woman, of her gentle sex And kindly stars have given Her every tone is music's own, 16 1825. A Health Affections are as thoughts to her, The image of themselves by turns,- Of her bright face one glance will trace And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; When death is nigh my latest sigh I fill this cup to one made up A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— 24 32 Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name. 40 Edward Coate Pinkney. VII "ASK ME NO MORE" From The Princess Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? 5 IQ Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: 1850. Lord Tennyson. 15 66 THE SPLENDOR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS" From The Princess THE splendor falls on castle walls dying. O hark! O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, dying. 1850. Lord Tennyson. 6 12 18 |