Could make me any summer's story tell,

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew :
Nor did I wonder at the lilies white,

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you: you pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

-Shakespeare.

11. TO A SKYLARK.

Up with me! up with me into the clouds !
For thy song, Lark, is strong;

Up with me, up with me into the clouds !
Singing, singing,

With clouds and sky about thee ringing,
Lift me, guide me till I find

That spot which seems so to thy mind!

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Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven,
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind
But hearing thee, or others of thy kind,

As full of gladness and as free of heaven,

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I, with my fate contented, will plod on,
And hope for higher raptures, when Life's day is done.
-Wordsworth.

12.-CASTLE OF INDOLENCE-II, 3.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ;
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream at eve;
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,

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And I their toys to the great children leave;

— Thompson.

Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.

14.-DAYS.

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb, like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,

Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.

To each they offer gifts after his will,

Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.

I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily

Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,

Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

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-Emerson.

15.-NIGHT.

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night;

I call to the earth and sea, half held by the night.

Press close bare-bosomed night! Press close, magnetic nourishing

night!

Night of south winds! night of the large, few stars!

Smile, O voluptuous, cool-breath'd earth!

Still, nodding night! mad, naked, summer night!

Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!

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Earth of departed sunset! earth of the mountains, misty topped ! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon, just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

10 Earth of the limpid grey of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake!

Far-swooping, elbow'd earth! rich apple-blossom'd earth!

19. STRANGE FITS OF PASSION HAVE I KNOWN.

Strange fits of passion have I known;

And I will dare to tell,

But in the lover's ear alone,

What once to me befell.

When she I loved was strong and gay,

And like a rose in June,

I to her cottage bent my way

Beneath the evening moon.

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