THE HAPPY HEART From Patient Grissell ART thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers? Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? Dost thou laugh, to see how fools are vexèd Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny, nonny; hey nonny, nonny! ΙΟ Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? O, sweet content! Swimm'st thou in wealth; yet sink'st in thine own tears? O, punishment! Then he that patiently want's burden bears, Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Then hey nonny, nonny; hey nonny, nonny! 1603. Thomas Dekker. 20 1786. A WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, 4 And share my meal, a welcome guest. 8 Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; The village-church, among the trees, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, Samuel Rogers. I 2 16 SONG RARELY, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day 'T is since thou art fled away. How shall ever one like me 6 Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure, Thou wilt never come for pity, 18 Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Every thing almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. 24 30 36 I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. 42 I love Love-though he has wings, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee Thou art love and life! Oh come, Make once more my heart thy home. 1821. 1824. 48 Percy Bysshe Shelley. |