Bozzaris, with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb. 80 85 But she remembers thee as one 90 Of thee her babes' first lisping tells; For thine her evening prayer is said And she, the mother of thy boys, The memory of her buried joys, Talk of thy doom without a sigh, That were not born to die. EDWARD COATE PINKNEY A HEALTH I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon; To whom the better elements and kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 't is less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, like those of morning birds, Affections are as thoughts to her, the measures of her hours; 5 Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness, of young flowers; 10 And lovely passions, changing oft, so fill her she appears The image of themselves by turns, the idol of past years! Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, 15 I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex, the seeming paragon. Her health! and would on earth there stood, some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name. 20 1825. NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ROARING BROOK It was a mountain stream that with the leap 5 ΙΟ Till they were broken by the hanging moss, As anger with a gentle word grows calm. In spring-time, when the snows were coming down, Pleasant have been such hours; and tho' the wise Who taught me have reprov'd me that I play'd 20 25 Now walking there was one more fair A slight girl, lily-pale; And she had unseen company To make the spirit quail: "T wixt Want and Scorn she walk'd forlorn, And nothing could avail. No mercy now can clear her brow 5 ΙΟ 5 15 20 25 For this world's peace to pray; For as love's wild prayer dissolved in air, But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven By man is cursed alway! 30 |