By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain ; An hundred thousand oaths your Perhaps would not remove; And, if I gazed a thousand years, I could no deeper love. fears SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. SIREN'S SONG STEER hither, steer, your winged pines, Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines, A prey to passengers; Perfumes far sweeter than the best Which make the phoenix' urn and nest, Fear not your ships, Nor any to oppose you, save our lips; Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. For swelling waves, our panting breasts, Exchange; and be awhile our guests: We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss. BROWNE. THE NEREIDS. BELOVED the last; Beloved the most! And bid it ever beat to thine. The Nereid maids, in days of yore, Afar, the youngest of the train Beheld (but feared and aided not) 'Ah me!' she cried, 'I come too late! Rather than not have soothed his woes, I would, but may not, share his fate.' She raised his hand: What hand like this Could reach the heart athwart the lyre! Or breathe incessant, soft desire!' From eve to morn, from morn to eve, W. S. LANDOR. EVENING ON THE SHORE. THE baffled tides retiring from the land, Lay bare the beach, and steal the sea-weed's life, And all is silence, save the gentle strife Of the spent waters with the yielding sand. On the tall cliff the dying sunlight glows, And stains with dolphin hues the waveless bay,The stars peep forth that lead the night's array Where in mid-heaven the deep'ning purple grows. How cool an eve attends this burning day! How sweet a peace the troubled wave subdues ! Oh troubled, burning heart! canst thou refuse To be as calmly hush'd to rest as they? W. H. HURlbut. EVENING VOLUNTARY. THE sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, A tell-tale motion! soon will it be laid, |