WRITTEN ON THE PLAIN OF THEBES.

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We reached the statue with the sun.

We listened for the wished-for sound.
In vain, in vain! 'twas heard by none.
Deep silence brooded all around.
When lo, a lark with wings outspread
Soared O how joyfully along,
And poised, it seemed, above my head
Dissolved herself in sweetest song.

O GOD (thought I), Thy works abide
While Man's inventions haste away:
Or if these stem awhile the tide,

Their nobler uses, where are they?
Thy works not so! These mock at Time.
The music of the heavenly lute

Will still flow on in strain sublime

When stones, and even men, are mute.

ORIEL.

J. W. B.

The Lerameter Exemplified.

TRONGLY it wakes the soul with a great and terrible pleasure,

Sternly in earnest it rolls like the tramp of warriors to battle.

The Elegiac Exemplified.

WEETLY it sounds in the ear, like the song of

the reapers in harvest,

Softly in musical tones telling of gladdening toil.

EXETER COLL., OXFORD.

A. R.

My Landlady's Daughters.

WAS in the prime of full term-time,
Beside the Isis' waters,

I saw the smiles and felt the wiles

Of my landlady's daughters.

Their cheeks were fair, and bright their hair,

A golden bright I mean;

One packed my box, one darned my socks,
And both made love, I ween.

The one would play the livelong day
The most seductive airs;
T'other, unperceived by mother,

Would meet me on the stairs.

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MY LANDLADY'S DAUGHTERS.

And then the bliss of that first kiss,

Behind the garden door!

I do aver, like Oliver,

I always "asked for more."

We had soft talks, and moonlight walks
To Cumnor or to Iffley;

And if from far we saw mamma
We walked along quite stiffly.

Both took my carte-one took my heart,
My books were quite neglected.

I tried the Schools; like other fools
Was "ploughed," and left dejected.

"The powers that be" seemed not to see
The force of my proceedings,

They stopped supplies and shut their eyes
To letters and to pleadings.

I paid my rent, away I went,
And left bright Isis' waters,

And cursed the hour I felt the power
Of my landlady's daughters.

B.N.C.

W. B.

Light and Shade.

HEN the sun is shining bright, friend,
And life is young and strong,

And hope refuses to believe

The noontide is not long;

Be joyous in my joy, friend,
Be merry while we may :
It is not always summer, friend,
And night must follow day.

When the sun is setting fast, and, friend,
The light is almost gone,

And hopes are vain and unfulfilled,

And we are sad and lone

We'll share our grief together, friend,

As once we shared our mirth. Love is alone eternal, friend, And who can tell its worth?

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