PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822. HOW wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep. Queen Mab. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; The desire of the moth for the star, From the sphere of our sorrow ! Adonais. To Poems written in 1821. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Julian and Maddalo. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820. WHE HEN Freedom from her mountain height She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes And striped its pure, celestial white, Flag of the free heart's hope and home! And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us. The American Flag. FELICIA HEMANS. 1794-1835. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North wind's breath, And stars to set ;-but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! Ay, call it holy ground, The Hour of Death. The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained what there they found- The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England. JOHN KEATS. 1796-1820. ATHING of beauty is a joy for ever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness. Endymion. Line 1. Music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor. St. Agnes' Eve. Stanza 3. And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon. Ibid. Stanza 30. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Ode on a Grecian Urn. Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, That large utterance of the early gods. Hear ye not the hum Ibid. Hyperion. Ibid. Of mighty workings. Sonnet to Haydon. Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes Sonnet xi. CHARLES WOLFE. 1791-1823. Ν No OT a drum was heard, not a funeral note. The Burial of Sir John Moore. We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, Ibid. But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Ibid. H ROBERT POLLOK. 1798-1827. E laid his hand upon the Ocean's mane' He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in. The Course of Time. Book viii. Line 616. With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out. Ibid. Line 632. Μι J. HOWARD PAYNE. 1792-1852. ID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. UT on and up, where Nature's heart BUT Beats strong amid the hills. Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. 2. The Men of Old. Like instincts, unawares. A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. Ibid. * ' Home is home though it be never so homely,' was a proverb; it is found in the collections of the seventeenth century. From the Opera of Clari-the Maid of Milan. |