POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE EDITION OF 1833, AND OMITTED IN LATER EDITIONS. SONNET. MINE be the strength of spirit fierce and free, From his loud fount upon the echoing lea:- Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile. ΤΟ I. ALL good things have not kept aloof, II. Shake hands, my friend, across the brink Shake hands once more: I cannot sink - Thy voice, and answer from below. III. When, in the darkness over me, Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape, IV. And when the sappy field and wood And through damp holts, new flushed with May, Ring sudden laughters of the Jay; V. Then let wise Nature work her will, VI. If thou art blest, my mother's smile VII. Sweet as the noise in parchéd plains Thy words will be; thy cheerful tones BONAPARTE. He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak, Madman!—to chain with chains, and bind with bands That island queen that sways the floods and lands From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight woke, When from her wooden walls, lit by sure hands, With thunders, and with lightnings, and with smoke, Peal after peal, the British battle broke, SONNETS. I. O BEAUTY, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet! Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes. Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold My arms about thee - scarcely dare to speak. And nothing seems to me so wild and bold, As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek. Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat To tremble like a lutestring, ere the note II. But were I loved, as I desire to be, What is there in the great sphere of the earth, That I should fear, — if I were loved by thee? As I have heard that, somewhere in the main, Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine. 'T were joy, not fear, clasped hand-in-hand with thee, To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills, THE HESPERIDES. "Hesperus and his daughters three, Comus. THE North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd night Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond The hoary promontory of Soloë Past Thymiaterion, in calméd bays, Between the southern and the western Horn, Blown seaward from the shore; but from a slope SONG. I. The golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit, Guard it well, guard it warily, Standing about the charméd root. As the snow-field on the mountain-peaks, Sleep and stir not: all is mute. If ye sing not, if ye make false measure, Worth eternal want of rest. Laugh not loudly: watch the treasure In a corner wisdom whispers. Five and three For the blossom unto threefold music bloweth ; And the sap to threefold music floweth, From the root Drawn in the dark, Up to the fruit, Creeping under the fragrant bark, Liquid gold, honey sweet. thro' and thro'. Keen-eyed Sisters, singing airily, Looking warily Every way, Guard the apple night and day, Lest one from the East come and take it away. II. Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, watch, ever and aye, Looking under silver hair with a silver eye. |