3.-(XXII) The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow; And we with singing cheered the way, And, crowned with all the season lent, And glad at heart from May to May: But where the path we walked began Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And dulled the murmur on thy lip, And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow, though I walk in haste, The Shadow sits and waits for me. 4.-(LVII) Peace; come away; the song of woe Peace; come away: we do him wrong To sing so wildly let us go. Come; let us go: your cheeks are pale; Yet in these ears, till hearing dies, One set slow bell will seem to toll The passing of the sweetest soul That ever looked with human eyes. I hear it now, and o'er and o'er, Eternal greetings to the dead; And "Ave, Ave, Ave," 1 said, 'Adieu, adieu" for evermore. TENNYSON 105. A SCHOLAR AND HIS DOG I WAS a scholar; seven useful springs Of cross'd opinions 'bout the soul of man : Of antique Donate:5 still my spaniel slept. 1 Here, farewell." 2 Caressed, from Fr. baiser. 3 A name given to the Schoolmen, from Duns Scotus. 4 Scholastic theologians. 5 A famous grammarian of the fourth century. Still on went I; first, an sit anima; Stood banding factions, all so strongly propt, J. MARSTON 106. THE GARMOND OF GUD LADIES WALD my gude Lady lufe me best, And wirk eftir my will, I suld ane Garmond gudliest Gar mak hir body till. Off hie honour suld be hir hud, Hir sark suld be hir body nixt Of chestetie so quhit,3 With schame and dreid togidder mixt, 1 Opinion. 2 Harm. 3 White. Hir kirtill suld be of clene constance, Hir gown suld be of gudliness Hir belt suld be of benignitie Hir mantill of humilitie, To tholl 5 bayth wind and weit. Hir hat suld be of fair having, Hir slevis suld be of esperance, Hir schone suld be of sickernes, 1 Lawful. 9 2 Eyelet-holes. 4 Manners. 7 Ruff. 8 Thoughts. 3 Embroidered. 6 Tippet. Wald scho put on this Garmond gay, R. HENRYSON 107. THE "AVE MARIA " 3 AVE MARIA! blessèd be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft! While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying-day hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. Sweet hour of twilight !—in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o'er 4 To where the last Cæsarean 5 fortress stood,-Evergreen forest, which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay 6 made haunted ground to me,— How have I loved the twilight hour and thee! 2 Suited. 1 Salvation. 3 The 4 Ave Maria," rung about half an hour after sunset, is quite distinct from the vesper-bell (see stanzas 3 and 5); one being a summons to private prayer, and the other to public worship. a lonely 4 "As early as the fifth or sixth century grove of pines covered the ground where the Roman fleet once rode at anchor."-GIBBON. 5 Cæsarea was a large suburb added to Ravenna by Augustus. 6 Theodore and Honoria, translated from Boccaccio. |