"I am old, but let me drink; Bring me spices, bring me wine; 1 remember, when I think, That my youth was half divine. "Wine is good for shrivell'd lips, When a blanket wraps the day, When the rotten woodland drips, And the leaf is stamp'd in clay. "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee : What care I for any name? What for order or degree? "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine : Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest ? thine or mine? "Thou shalt not be saved by works; Thou hast been a sinner too : Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, Empty scarecrows, I and you! "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn : Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. And I desire to rest. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where And I would that my tongue could utter I lie : Go by, go by. THE EAGLE. FRAGMENT. HE clasps the crag with hooked hands; The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave O, happy planet, eastward go; Thy silver sister-world, and rise Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne, Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn, And round again to happy night. The thoughts that arise in me. That made the wild-swan pause in her | On a day when they were going cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet. The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, The snake slipt under a spray, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And stared, with his foot on the prey, And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away." A LEGEND OF THE NAVY. HE that only rules by terror Doeth grievous wrong. Let him hear my song. Brave the Captain was: the seamen Made a gallant crew, So they past by capes and islands, O'er the lone expanse, In the north, her canvas flowing, "Chase," he said: the ship flew forward, Then they look'd at him they hated, Mute with folded arms they waited - But they heard the foeman's thunder All the air was torn in sunder, Crashing went the boom, Spars were splinter'd,decks were shatter'd, Over mast and deck were scatter'd Spars were splinter'd; decks were broken: Down they dropt- no word wasspcken— On the decks as they were lying, In their blood, as they lay dying, Those, in whom he had reliance With one smile of still defiance Sold him unto shame. Shame and wrath his heart confounded, Pale he turn'd and red, Till himself was deadly wounded Dismal error! fearful slaughter! Side by side beneath the water THREE SONNETS TO A COQUETTE. I. CARESS'D or chidden by the dainty hand, And singing airy trifles this or that, Light Hope at Beauty's call would perch and stand, And run thro' every change of sharp | I pledge her not in any cheerful cup, and flat; The form, the form alone is eloquent! Nor care to sit beside her where she sits Ah pity-hintit not in human tones, But breathe it into earth and close it up With secret death for ever, in the pits Which some green Christmas crams with weary bones. SONG. LADY, let the rolling drums Beat to battle where thy warrior stands : Now thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands. Lady, let the trumpets blow, Clasp thy little babes about thy knee : Now their warrior father meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. SONG. And win all eyes with all accomplish-HOME they brought him slain with spears. ment: They brought him home at even-fall: All alone she sits and hears Echoes in his empty hall, Sounding on the morrow. The Sun peep'd in from open field, “O hush, my joy, my sorrow.” ON A MOURNER. I. NATURE, so far as in her lies, But lives and loves in every place; II. Fills out the homely quickset-screens, With moss and braided marish-pipe; III. And on thy heart a finger lays, Saying, "Beat quicker, for the time Is pleasant, and the woods and ways |