The Perilous Pleasure. RAUGHTS of joy I daily drink The Heart of Singing. ADY, sing no more! Till the heart be touched, lady, And give forth its pain. 'Tis a living lyre, Fed by air and sun, O'er whose witching wire, lady, Faery fingers run. Pity comes in tears From her home above, Hope, and sometimes Fear, lady, And the wizard,-Love. Each doth search the heart And when they depart, lady, Then the Spirit sings. A Paisley Toast. S. A. BARRY CORNWALL. EACE and Plenty, without killing: Beef at a groat, and meal at a shilling. Dulce Periculum. Τέρπεται ἀμβροσίῃ τὸ φίλον μοι γηθοσύνη κῆρ W. B. T. J. Citharae sciens. YDIA, pone chelyn: nil ars valet ista canendi, Quippe ubi flens caelo Pietas delabitur, et Spes, K. Publica Vota. AX et Copia sint sine sangvine: bubula binis Y K. Beauty from the Light retired. HE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye, Fair as a star when only one She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me. WORDSWORTH. Sir Galahad. Y good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure; my The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, They reel, they roll in changing lists, TENNYSON. Fallentis Semita vitae. Οίμοις ἐν ἀστιβήτοις Κ. Pugnaeqve cient simulacra sub Armis. ELLANTUM galeas, ensis fidissime, findis, Nec dubios ictus, lancea dura, moves; Scilicet has vires mens incorrupta ministrat; Hinc bis qvinqve viris unus adaeqvor ego. Interea tuba clarisono ciet aere fragorem, Exitium ferro ferrea parma facit, Dissilit hinc illinc hastarum fissile robur, T. M. Vivien. UT Vivien, fearing Heaven had heard her oath, And deafened with the stammering cracks and That followed, clung to him and hugged him close, And called him dear protector in her fright, Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright, But wrought upon his mood, and hugged him close. To peace and what should not have been had been, Had yielded, told her all the charm and slept. TENNYSON. Y Yes. your truth she shall be true, Ever true as wives of yore: And her Yes, once said to you, Shall be Yes for evermore. E. B. BROWNING. |