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While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes ;
Thy gentlest influence own,
W. COLLINS. 227. DIRGE FOR FIDELE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love. No withered witch shall here be seen ;
No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
Shall kindly lend his little aid;
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
In tempests shake the sylvan cell;
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
For thee the tear be duly shed ;
Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired,
W. COLLINS (The Passions).
229. A HUE AND CRY AFTER FAIR AMORET
Pursue and seek her, every lover !
The wandering shepherdess discover.
Both studied, though both seem neglected:
Affecting to seem unaffected.
every glance ;
Though certain aim and art direct them.
For that which in herself she prizes,
She is the thing that she despises. W. CONGREVE.
230. FALSE THOUGH SHE BE TO ME FALSE though she be to me and In hours of bliss we oft have met: love,
They could not always last, I'll ne'er pursue revenge ;
And though the present I regret, For still the charmer I approve, I'm grateful for the past. Though I deplore her change.
231. MUSIC HAS CHARMS
W. CONGREVE (The Mourning Bride).
232. SABINA WAKES
SEE! see, she wakes ! Sabina wakes !
And now the sun begins to rise !
From his bright beams than her fair eyes.
But different fates ere night fulfil ;
DIAPHENIA, like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
I do love thee as my lambs
Are beloved of their dams;
Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
I do love thee as each flower
Loves the sun's life-giving power ;
Diaphenia, like to all things blessed
When all thy praises are expressèd,
As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king :
234. FAREWELL, REWARDS AND FAIRIES FAREWELL, rewards and fairies, Lament, lament, old Abbeys, Good housewives
The Fairies' lost command ! say,
They did but change Priests' For now foul sluts in dairies
babies, Do fare as well as they.
But some have changed your And though they sweep their land. hearths no less
And all your children, sprung from Than maids
wont to thence, do,
Are now grown Puritans, Yet who of late for cleanliness Who live as Changelings ever since
Finds sixpence in her shoe ? For love of your demains.
At morning and at evening both
You merry were and glad, So little care of sleep or sloth
These pretty ladies had ; When Tom came home from
labour, Or Cis to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabor,
And nimbly went their toes. Witness those rings and rounde
lays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary’s days
On many a grassy plain ; But since of late, Elizabeth,
And later, James came in, They never danced on any heath
As when the time hath been.
By which we note the Fairies
Were of the old Profession. Their songs were “Ave Mary's',
Their dances were Procession.
Or gone beyond the seas;
Or else they take their ease.
They never could endure !
Their mirth, was punished, sure;
a just and Christian
235. TO VINCENT CORBET, HIS SON WHAT I shall leave thee, none can I wish thee all thy mother's graces, tell,
Thy father's fortunes and his But all shall say I wish thee places. well :
I wish thee friends, and one at I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, court, Both bodily and ghostly health; Not to build on, but support ; Nor too much wealth nor wit To keep thee not in doing many come to thee,
Oppressions, but from suffering So much of either may undo thee. any. I wish thee learning not for show, I wish thee peace in all thy ways, Enough for to instruct and know; Nor lazy nor contentious days ; Not such as gentlemen require And, when thy soul and body part, To prate at table or at fire.
As innocent as now thou art.
OH, EARLIER SHALL THE ROSEBUDS BLOW
Oh, earlier shall the rosebuds blow,
In after years, those happier years,
Far fewer tears, far softer tears.
Like tinkling chimes, in kinder times !
And I not there, and I not there.
Like lightning in the summer night
Their mirth shall be, so quick and free;
I shall not see, I may not see.
Those eyes shall shine, but not on mine :
W. J. CORY.
W. J. CORY.
Pure truth, and perfect change of will ;
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still:
One great reality above :
And child-like hide myself in love :
From faltering lips and fitful veins
Unwearied voices, wordless strains :
To that which cannot pass away ;
By laws of time and space decay.
W. J. CORY,