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How best to help the slender store,
How gain in life, as life advances,
But when the wreath of March has blossom’d, Crocus, anemone, violet, Or later, pay one visit here, For those are few we hold as dear ; Nor pay
but come Many and many a happy year.
163 The King fisher
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues ;
So runs it in thy blood to choose
Live with proud Peacocks in green parks ;
Let every feather show its marks ;
Thou hast no proud ambitious mind :
That 's green, away from all mankind;
W. H. Davies.
164 T. Lucasta, on Going to the
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field ;
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore ;
He leapt to arms unbidden,
His heart in earth is cold.
Curse on the reckless daring
That could not wait the call,
That would be first to fall !'
O tears of human passion,
Blur not the image true !
HER strong enchantments failing,
Her towers of fear in wreck,
And the knife at her neck,
The Queen of air and darkness
Begins to shrill and cry,
To-morrow you shall die.'
O Queen of air and darkness,
I think ’tis truth you say,
A. E. Housman.
The Spirits Warfare
I urge my way;
I see the break of day.
The war of swords and spears,
Exhales on high ;
Ascends the sky.
Įimbeckļ=alembic, the vessel used in distilling,
So, we 'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
And the moon be still as bright.
· And the soul wears out the breast,
And love itself have rest.
And the day returns too soon,
169 Napoleon's Farewell FAREWELL to the Land where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her nameShe abandons me now—but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame. I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only When the meteor of conquest allured me too far ; I have coped with the nations which dread me thus
lonely, The last single Captive to millions in war. Farewell to thee, France ! when thy diadem crown'd me, I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth,But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee, Decay'd in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth. Oh! for the veteran hearts that were wasted In strife with the storm, when their battles were wonThen the Eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted, Had still soar'd with eyes fix'd on victory's sun !
Farewell to thee, France !—but when Liberty rallies
Then turn thee and call on the Chief of thy choice.
170 Song from 'As You Like It'
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh ho! the holly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot :
As friend remember'd not.
Then, heigh ho! the holly!