THE REV. GEORGE CORNISH. TO THE REDBREAST Unheard in Summer's flaring ray, Pour forth thy notes, sweet singer, Wooing the stillness of the autumn day, Bid it a moment linger, Nor fly Too soon from Winter's scowling eye. The blackbird's song, at even-tide, With calm decay, and peace divine. J. GIBSON LOCKHART. 1794-1854 LINES When youthful faith hath fled, Sweet modest flowers of Spring, No earthly burst again Of gladness out of gloom But 'tis an old belief That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief, Dear friends shall meet once more. Beyond the sphere of time, And Sin and Fate's control, Serene in endless prime Of body and of soul. That creed I fain would keep, That hope I'll not forego, Eternal be the sleep, Unless to waken so, GEORGE DARLEY. 1795-1846 "IT IS NOT BEAUTY I DEMAND It is not beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, A blooming pair of vermeil cheeks, A breath that softer music speaks These are but gauds: nay, what are lips? And what are cheeks but ensigns oft Eyes can with baleful ardour burn; Poison can breathe, that erst perfumed; There's many a white hand holds an urn, With lovers' hearts to dust consumed. For crystal brows there's nought within ; Give me, instead of beauty's bust, One in whose gentle bosom I Could pour my secret heart of woes, Like the care-burthen'd honey-fly That hides his murmurs in the rose, My earthly comforter! whose love That, when my spirit wound above, Hers could not stay, for sympathy. THOMAS CARLYLE. 1795-1881 SPEECH OF THE ERDGEIST IN "FAUST" In Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk, and work, above, beneath, Birth and Death An infinite Ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of the Living: 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the garment thou seest Him by. TO-DAY So here hath been dawning Another blue day : Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away. Out of Eternity This new is born; At night will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did; From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue day: Slip useless away. |