Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods. -The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy' -Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. -Let old Timotheus yield the prize Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies ; J. DRYDEN, The Passionate Shepherd COME live with me and be my love, And I will make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy-buds With coral clasps and amber studs ; Thy silver dishes for thy meat Prepar'd each day for thee and me. The shepherd-swains shall dance and sing MARLOWE. The Flowers o' the Forest I'VE heard them lilting, at the ewe-milking, But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning ; The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede awae. At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning ; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing ; In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At fair, or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching ; At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border! The Flowers o' the Forest, that fought aye the foremost Ulalume I THE skies they were ashen and sober; my It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, Here once, through II an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul,— Of cypress, These were 1 Partly traditional. As the scoriac rivers that roll,— III Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,Our memories were treacherous and sere ; For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year (Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber (Though once we had journeyed down here), Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. IV And now, as the night was senescent, V And I said, 'She is warmer than Dian : She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, Come up in despite of the Lion, ; To shine on us with her bright eyes; Come up through the lair of the Lion, VI But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Said Sadly, this star I mistrustHer pallor I strangely mistrust— Oh, hasten !-oh, let us not linger! Oh, fly !—let us fly !-for we must.' In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings until they trailed in the dustIn agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dustTill they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. VII I replied 'This is nothing but dreaming: Let us bathe in this crystalline light : With hope and in beauty to-night : See !-it flickers up the sky through the night ; Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.' VIII Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom- And we passed to the end of a vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb,- And I said, 'What is written, sweet sister, IX Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere, And I cried-'It was surely October |