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COMBINATIONS OF VERSES. 75 |
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Love flew in at the window
As Wealth walked in at the door. " You have come as you saw Wealth coming," said I. But he fluttered his wings with a sweet little cry, " I'll cleave to you rich or poor."
Tennyson. "The Foresters.*
Go, lovely Rose 1 Tell her, that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows. When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Waller. " The Rose's Message."
Oh, a lady might have come there, Hooded fairly like her hawk, With a book or lute in summer, And a hope of sweeter talk. Listening less to her own music than for footsteps on the walk.
Mrs. Browning. "The Lost Bower."
Yes, the year is growing old.
And his eye is pale and bleared I Death, with (rosty hand and cold Plucks the old man by the beard,
Sorely, sorely 1
Longfellow. " Midnight Mass for the Dying Year."
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
• Shelley. " Ode to a Skylark." |
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