The Harvard Monthly, Volume 35Students of Harvard College, 1902 |
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Page 200 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads ; See the heavy clouds low falling, And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night...
Page 200 - The little daisy, that at evening closes, The virgin lily, and the primrose true, With store of vermeil roses, To deck their bridegrooms' posies, Against the bridal day, which was not long: Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
Page 199 - Clear had the day been from the dawn, All checkered was the sky, Thin clouds like scarfs of cobweb lawn Veiled heaven's most glorious eye. The wind had no more strength than this, That leisurely it blew To make one leaf the next to kiss That closely by it grew.
Page 197 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay. Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...
Page 181 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...
Page 196 - Sweeter than the silver string. [SingsDo not fear to put thy feet Naked in the river sweet ; Think not leech, or newt, or toad, Will bite thy foot, when thou hast trod; Nor let the water rising high, As thou wad'st in, make thee cry And sob; but ever live with me, And not a wave shall trouble thee.
Page 41 - At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy. All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed.
Page 37 - ... name, Piled high, packed large, — where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read ! My books ! At last because the time was ripe, I chanced upon the poets.
Page 182 - tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon.
Page 21 - I am going to reproduce it verbatim, without one single impertinent suggestion of any point of view save, that of honest reporting. The result will be something unutterably tedious. Precisely. That is the stamp of the ignobly decent life. If it were anything but tedious it would be untrue.