-Thus sung they in the English boat A holy and a cheerful note: And all the way, to guide their chime, A. MARVELL. THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS OFT in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends so link'd together I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. T. MOORE. THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD WE sat within the farm-house old, Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, We sat and talked until the night, Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been, And who was changed, and who was dead; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. The first light swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, And, as their splendour flashed and failed, The windows, rattling in their frames, Until they made themselves a part Of fancies floating through the brain, The long-lost ventures of the heart, That send no answers back again. O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned ! The drift wood fire without that burned, The thoughts that burned and glowed within. LONGFELLOW. THE WAR-SONG OF DINAS VAWR THE mountain sheep are sweeter, We made an expedition; We met an host and quelled it; On Dyfed's richest valley, Where herds of kine were browsing, To furnish our carousing. Fierce warriors rushed to meet us; We met them, and o'erthrew them: But we conquered them, and slew them. As we drove our prize at leisure, His rage surpassed all measure, But his people could not match us. And, are our force we led off, Some sacked his house and cellars, We there, in strife bewildering, LIBRARY OF TH UNIVE |