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, THOMAS CARLYLE. 1795-1881 SPEECH OF THE ERDGEIST IN In Being's floods, in Action's storm, 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. THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845 THE DEATHBED We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life So silently we seemed to speak, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, LORD MACAULAY. 1800-1859 THE ARMADA Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle At earliest twilight on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall; The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty hall; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes; Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the drums; His yeomen round the market-cross make clear an ample space; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle shield : So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to bay, And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide : The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, |