LONG TIME AGO. NEAR the lake where drooped the willow, Where the rock threw back the billow, Brighter than the snow; Dwelt a maid beloved and cherished But with autumn's leaf she perished, Rock, and tree, and flowing water, Bird, and bee, and blossom taught her Love's spell to know! While to my fond words she listened, Tenderly her dove-eyes glistened, Long time ago! Mingled were our hearts for ever, Can I now forget her? Never! To her grave these tears are given, She's the star I missed from heaven, G. P. MORRIS. GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames! that other bards may see As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river! come to me. O glide, fair stream! for ever so, Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Till all our minds for ever flow As thy deep waters now are flowing. Vain thought!-Yet be as now thou art, How bright, how solemn, how serene! Such as did once the Poet bless, Who, murmuring here a later ditty, Could find no refuge from distress Now let us, as we float along, For him suspend the dashing oar; May know that Poet's sorrows more. WORDSWORTH. A WINTER STORM. ON the passive main Descends the eternal force, and with strong gust THOMSON. |