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Then deep in tangle-woods to fight the fierce sea

unicorn, And send him foild and bellowing back, for all

his ivory horn; To leave the subtle sworder-fish of bony blade

forlorn; And for the ghastly-grinning shark to laugh his

jaws to scorn; To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid

Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden shallow'd

miles; 'Till snorting, like an under-sea volcano, off he

rolls ;

Meanwhile to swing, a-buffeting the far astonish'd

shoals Of his back-browsing ocean-calves ; or, haply in

a cove, Shell-strown, and consecrate of old to some Un

diné's love, To find the long-hair'd mermaidens; or, hard by

icy lands, To wrestle with the Sea-serpent, upon cerulean


O broad-arm’d Fisher of the deep, whose sports

can equal thine ? The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons, that tugs

thy cable line; And night by night, 'tis thy delight, thy glory day

by day, Through sable sea and breaker white, the giant

game to playBut shamer of our little sports ! forgive the name

I gaveA fisher's joy is to destroy—thine office is to save.

O lodger in the sea-kings' halls, couldst thou but

understand Whose be the white bones by thy side, or who

that dripping band, Slow swaying in the heaving wave, that round

about thee bend, With sounds like breakers in a dream blessing

their ancient friend Oh, couldst thou know what heroes glide with

larger steps round thee, Thine iron side would swell with pride; thou’dst

leap within the sea.

Give honour to their memories who left the plea

sant strand, To shed their blood so freely for the love of Fa

therland, Who left their chance of quiet age and grassy

churchyard grave, So freely, for a restless bed amid the tossing waveOh, though our anchor may not be all I have

fondly sung, Honour him for their memory, whose bones he goes among !



AIR daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon ;
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon :

Stay, stay,


Until the hastening day

Has run
But to the even-song ;
And, having pray'd together, we

Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you ;

We have as short a spring ;
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you, or any thing:

We die,
As your hours do; and dry

Like to the summer's rain,
Or as the pearls of morning dew,
Ne'er to be found again.




OW sweet it were, if without feeble fright,

Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear
To see him issue from the silent air
At evening in our room, and bend on ours
His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers
News of dear friends and children who have never
Been dead indeed, -as we shall know for ever.
Alas! we think not what we daily see
About our hearths, -angels, that are to be,

be if they will, and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air,-
A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.

Leigh Hunt.

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URLY dozing humble-bee !

Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far off heats through seas to seek, I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone ! Zig-zag steerer, desert-cheerer, Let me chase thy waving lines, Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, Singing over shrubs and vines. Insect-lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion ! Sailor of the atmosphere, Swimmer through the waves of air, Voyager of light and noon, Epicurean of June, Wait, I prithee, till I come Within ear-shot of thy hum; All without is martyrdom. When the south wind, in May days, With a net of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And, with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With a colour of romance, And infusing subtle heats, Turns the sod to violets, Thou in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace, With thy mellow breezy bass.

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