There, at morn's rosy birth, Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air, Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls The shapes of polar flame1 to scale heaven's azure walls. Alike, beneath thine eye, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; Towns blaze, the smoke of battle blots the sun, The half-wreck'd mariner, his compass lost, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; And therefore bards of old, Sages, and hermits of the solemn wood, A beauteous type of that unchanging good, (See page 66.) STARS. THEY glide upon their endless way, No blind hurry, no delay, Mark the Daughters of the Night: They follow in the track of Day, 1 shapes of polar flame-the aurora borealis. Shine on, sweet orbèd Souls for aye, We ask not whither lies your way, Nor whence ye came, nor what your light. Bryan Waller Procter: 1790-1874. ODE TO THE WEST WIND. O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head 1 hectic-feverish. 2 her clarion-her summons. A clarion is a horn of clear and ringing tone, Of some fierce Maenad,1 even from the dim verge Thou dirge Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: Oh hear ! Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : 1 Maenad-from a word which means mad. The Maenades were priestesses of Bacchus-thus named from their wild gestures and actions at festivals. 2 zenith-that part of the heavens vertically over our heads. 3 coil-murmur, noise. (See also p. 62). 4 pumice isle-island of volcanic scoriæ. 5 Baiae-a once-famous city of Campania, now destroyed by earthquakes. And, by the incantation of this verse, Percy Bysshe Shelley: 1792-1822. Shelley was the son of a Sussex baronet. Want of sympathy, completed by injustice, particularly at school and college, bred in him an intolerance of control and a scorn of the world's opinions and prejudices; and these traits characterized the whole of his after-life. Nevertheless, he devoted his best energies to deeds and dreams of philanthropy, and his works prove that, however romantic and impracticable his views, he had an earnest desire to promote the good of mankind. His verse is strong and wild, yet full of music: his lyrics rank as the finest in the English language. Shelley met his death by drowning in the Bay of Spezia, North Italy. WIND AND SEA. THE Sea is a jovial comrade, His merriment shines in the dimpling lines He lays himself down at the feet of the Sun, And the broad-back'd billows fall faint on the shore, But the Wind is sad and restless, And cursed with an inward pain; You may hark as you will, by valley or hill, He wails on the barren mountain, And shrieks on the wintry sea; He sobs in the cedar, and moans in the pine, Welcome are both their voices, And I know not which is best, The laughter that slips from the Ocean's lips, There's a pang in all rejoicing, A joy in the heart of pain, And the Wind that saddens, the Sea that gladdens, Are singing the self-same strain ! Bayard Taylor: 1825-1878. An American poet. In his early years, Taylor was apprenticed to a printer, but he afterwards adopted literature as a profession, and also became a great traveller. He is the author of several novels, two or three volumes of poetry, and many books of travel. In 1862, he was appointed Secretary to the American legation at the court of St. Petersburg. THE FIRST SWALLOW. THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath, The welcome guest of settled Spring, Come, Summer visitant, attach To my reed roof your nest of clay, At the grey dawn of day. Charlotte Smith: 1749-1806. The life of Mrs. Charlotte Smith was saddened by many trials and domestic sorrows. From 1787, to the time of her death, she devoted herself to literary labours for the benefit of her children. She is principally remembered as the author of the Old Manor-house, and other novels. |