He pierced her brother to the heart, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall:So perish all would true love part, That Love may still be lord of all! And then he took the cross divine, (Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And died for her sake in Palestine, So Love was still the lord of all. Now all ye lovers, that faithful prove, THE BROOK. LORD TENNYSON. I come from haunts of coot and hern, By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow For men may come and men may go, I chatter over stony ways, With many a curve my banks I fret, I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery water-break And draw them all along, and flow I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars And out again I curve and flow For men may come and men may go, A YEAR'S SPINNING. ELIZABETH B. BROWNING. He listened at the porch that day, He sat beside me, with an oath My mother cursed me that I heard A young man's wooing as I spun: Thanks, cruel mother, for that word,For I have, since, a harder known! And now my spinning is all done. I thought-O God!-my first-born's cry I listened in mine agony- It was the silence made me groan! Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave A stone upon my heart and head, And let the door ajar remain, In case he should pass by anon; QUESTIONS. CORA FABRI. What would the rose do without the sun And his golden fingers to spread her apart? What would the rose do without the dew, Nestling deep in her fragrant heart? |