"Gains for all Our Losses" Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more-Oh, never more! 1821. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. "THERE ARE GAINS FOR ALL OUR LOSSES" 1880. THERE are gains for all losses, We are stronger, and are better, Something beautiful is vanished, Richard Henry Stoddard. “IN A DREAR-NIGHTED DECEMBER' IN a drear-nighted December, The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. 8 16 Ah! would 't were so with many 1848. A gentle girl and boy! 24 John Keats. 66 "I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER' I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! 8 16 24 1826. I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high; But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from Heav'n 32 Thomas Hood. THOU LINGERING STAR THOU ling'ring star with less'ning ray, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? 8 That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met Eternity cannot efface Those records dear of transports past, Thy image at our last embrace Ah! little thought we 't was our last! 16 "Oft, in the Stilly Night Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods thickening green; Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? 24 Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? 32 1790. Robert Burns. "OFT, IN THE STILLY NIGHT" OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! |