Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear To those, who on my leisure would intrude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, All vain asperities 2 I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be And as when all the summer trees are seen The Holly leaves a sober hue display But when the bare and wintry woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among So would I seem amid the young and gay That in my age as cheerful I might be Robert Southey: 1774-1843. Southey was born at Bristol, educated at Westminster School and Balliol College, Oxford. He began to write poetry at a very early age, and his devotion to literature soon became apparent. There have been few such prolific authors as Southey. He spent the best part of his life in his library at Greta Hall, Keswick. In 1807 a Government pension was settled upon him, and in 1813 he accepted the office of Poet-laureate. Southey's chief works are Thalaba, The Curse of Kehama, and Roderick, the last of the Goths. 1 austere-rough, stern. 2 asperitics-harshnesses. WOODLAND MEMORIES. (From Prelude to Voices of the Night.) PLEASANT it was, when woods were green, Or, where the denser grove receives Beneath some patriarchal tree A slumberous sound,—a sound that brings As of innumerable wings, As, when a bell no longer swings, O'er meadow, lake, and stream. And dreams of that which cannot die, As lapped in thought I used to lie, Like ships upon the sea; Dreams that the soul of youth engage Traditions of the saint and sage, And, loving still these quaint old themes,3 I feel the freshness of the streams, The holy land of song. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow born, 1807. (See page 14.) FIELDS BY WATERFALLS. WHEN our downcast looks be smileless, For wrongs of foes and slights of friends ;- Here be softest_airs a-blowing Through the boughs, with singing thrushes, Up above the streams, a-flowing Under willows, on by rushes. Here below the bright-sunn'd sky The dew-bespangled flowers do dry, Fields by flowing waterfalls. Waters, with their giddy rollings,- Hearts a-wrung with man's wrong doings. 1 rime of age-the frost or greyness of age. 2 of Eld-of olden time. 3 quaint old themes--curious old subjects of thought. I rong and free, strong and free ; ood-gates are open, away to the sea. ree and strong, free and strong, ing my streams as I hurry along e golden sands and the leaping bar, he taintless tide that awaits me afar, lose myself in the infinite main, soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. ndefiled, for the undefiled; by me, bathe in me, mother and child! Charles Kingsley: 1819-1875. (See page 32.) THE STREAMLET. SAW a little streamlet flow thread of silver, soft and slow, he valley smiled in living green ; A tree, which near it gave rom noontide heat a friendly screen, Drank from its limpid1 wave, he swallow brushed it with her wing, 'ut not alone to plant and bird t glided by the cotter's door,3 t blessed the labour of the poor. id-clear. dering-winding about: from Meander, the name in Phrygia, noted for its tortuous course. -cottager. |