With upper stories-mutton, veal, And bacon-which makes full the meal ; If smirking wine be wanting here, There's that which drowns all care-stout beer; Which freely drink to your lord's health, Herrick. AROUND th' adjoining brook, that purls along The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, Now starting to a sudden stream, and now Gently diffused into a limpid plain, A various group the herds and flocks compose, Some ruminating lie; while others stand The circling surface. In the middle droops The strong laborious ox, of honest front, Thomson. EVENING. O'ER the heath the heifer strays Now he sets behind the hill, Trudging as the ploughmen go (To the smoking hamlet bound), Giant-like their shadows grow, Lengthening o'er the level ground. Where the rising forest spreads As the lark with varied tune Now the hermit owlet peeps From the barn or twisted brake; And the blue mist slowly creeps, Curling on the silver lake. As the trout, in speckled pride, Tripping through the silken grass, Linnets with unnumber'd notes, And the cuckoo bird with two, Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Bid the setting sun adieu. Cunningham. MOONLIGHT NIGHT. How beautiful this Night! The balmiest sigh That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Through which the Moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love had spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, Yon darksome walls, whence icicles depend So stainless, that their white and glittering spears Tinge not the Moon's pure beam; yon castled steep, Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower So idly, that wrapt Fancy deemeth it A metaphor of Peace,-all form a scene NIGHT SONG. THE moon is up in splendour, And golden stars attend her ; The heavens are calm and bright; Trees cast a deepening shadow, And slowly off the meadow A mist is rising silver-white. Shelley. |