TO ROBERT BROWNING (From the same) There is delight in singing, tho' none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, tho' the praiser sit alone. And see the prais'd far off him, far above. 5 Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee, Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walkt along our roads with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue 10 So varied in discourse. But warmer climes Give brighter plumage, stronger wing: the breeze Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where The Siren waits thee, singing song for song. INTRODUCTION TO THE LAST FRUIT OFF AN OLD TREE (1853) I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. I warmed both hands before the fire of Life; Bryan Waller Procter 1787-1874 A PETITION TO TIME (From Poems, 1850) Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream 5 Humble voyagers are We, 10 Husband, wife, and children three(One is lost, an angel, fled To the azure overhead!) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings: Lies in simple things. O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, 15 Seeking only some calm clime:Touch us gently, gentle Time! bartley Coleridge 1796-1849 SONG (1851) She is not fair to outward view Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; 5 Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. 10 But now her looks are coy and cold, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: Charles Lamb 1775-1834 TO HESTER (1805) When maidens such as Hester die, 5 A month or more hath she been dead, A springy motion in her gait, 10 A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, I know not by what name beside 20 Her parents held the Quaker rule, A waking eye, a prying mind, 10 25 My sprightly neighbour, gone before When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Thomas bood 1798-1845 THE DEATH BED (From Poems, 1825) We watched her breathing thro' the night, 5 So silently we seemed to speak, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, 15 Her quiet eyelids closed-she had THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS ("Drowned! drowned!"-Hamlet) (First published in Hood's Magazine, 1844) 5 Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments 15 Touch her not scornfully; Make no deep scrutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, 25 Death has left on her Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family- 30 Oozing so clammily, |