Earth, let not thy envious shade Cynthia's shining orb was made Heav'n to clear, when day did close: Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever : B. JONSON COUNTY GUY АH! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who trill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know— But where is County Guy? SIR W. SCOTT Ꮐ THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, LORD BYRON. THE CAVALIER WHILE the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, Over hill, over valley, o'er dale, and o'er down,— Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown! He has doff'd the silk doublet the breastplate to bear, For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws; Her King is his leader, her Church is his cause; His watchword is honour, his pay is renown,— God strike with the Gallant that strikes for the Crown! ん |