Of pride and joy no common rate,

That flushed her spirit.

I know not by what name beside
I shall it call; if 'twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied
She did inherit.

Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool : But she was trained in Nature's school; Nature had blest her.

A waking eye, a prying mind,

A heart that stirs, is hard to bind :
A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind,-
Ye could not Hester.

My sprightly neighbour! gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet ?—as heretofore,
Some summer morning,

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away;
A sweet fore-warning!

C. LAMB

36.-ON A DAY, ALACK THE DAY!

ON a day, alack the day!

Love, whose month is ever May,

Spied a blossom passing fair

Playing in the wanton air;

Through the velvet leaves the wind
All unseen 'gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,

Wished himself the heaven's breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn

Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack! for youth unmeet;

Youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

Do not call it sin in me

That I am forsworn for thee:

Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear

Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,

Turning mortal for thy love.

W. SHAKSPEARE

37.-A FRAGMENT

GANE were but the winter cauld,
And gane were but the snaw,
I could sleep in the wild woods,
Where primroses blaw.

Cauld's the snaw at my head,
And cauld at my feet,

And the finger o' death's at my e'en,
Closing them to sleep.

Let nane tell my father,

Or my mither sae dear,

I'll meet them baith in heaven

At the spring o' the year.

A. CUNNINGHAM

38.-GOLDEN APPLES

(FROM "HESPERIDES ")

I.-SWEETNESS IN SACRIFICE

'Tis not greatness they require,
To be offered up with fire:

But 'tis sweetness that doth please
Those Eternal Essences.

II.—LOVE, WHAT IT IS

Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.

Adversity hurts none, but only such
Whom whitest Fortune dandled hath too much.

IV. NOTHING FREE-COST

Nothing comes free-cost here: Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.

V. THE CROWD AND COMPANY

In holy meetings, there a man may be
One of the crowd, not of the company.

VI. LIVING AND LASTING

He lives, who lives to virtue; men who cast Their ends for pleasure, do not live, but last.

VII. UPON TEARS

Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, Above, they are the angels' spiced wine.

III. REGRESSION SPOILS RESOLUTION

Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on :
Back-turning slackens resolution.

IX.-FAME

Brave men can't die: whose candid1 actions are

Writ in the poets' endless calendar;

Whose vellum and whose volume is the sky,

And the pure stars the praising poetry.

R. HERRICK

39. HIS MISTRESS' FACE

AND would you see my mistress' face?
It is a flowery garden place,

Where knots of beauties have such grace
That all is work, and nowhere space.

It is a sweet delicious morn,
Where day is breeding, never born;
It is a meadow, yet unshorn,
Which thousand flowers do adorn.

1 White, dazzling.

2 i.e. Knot-work. Knots were the flower-beds of Elizabethan gardens, fantastically arranged in patterns, and so crowded that there was little room for anything else.

It is fair beauty's freshest youth;

It is the feigned Elysium's truth;

The Spring, that wintered hearts renew'th:
And this is that my soul pursu'th!

P. ROSSETER

40.-SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S 1 DAY

FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony 2
This universal frame began.
When Nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,

And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high:
Arise, ye more than dead!"

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry 3
In order to their stations leap,
And Music's power obey.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony
This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason 4 closing full in Man.

1 The patron saint of Music.

2 i.e. The harmony of Heaven, which preceded the harmony of the Universe. See Milton's Nat. Ode, st. 12,

and P. L., v. 619.

3 The germs of the four Elements :

"Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,
But all these in their pregnant causes mixt."
P. L., ii. 912.

4 Octave.

Man completes the harmony of Creation.