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s the selfsame song that found a path

rough the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

e stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

KEATS.

THE NIGHTINGALE.

As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, and plants did
spring,

Every thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone.
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Leaned her breast against a thorn,
And there sung the dolefulest ditty,
That to hear it was great pity.
Fie, fie, fie! now would she cry;
Tereu, tereu, by and by:
That to hear her so complain
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs so lively shown
Made me think upon mine own.
Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in
vain,

None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee,

Ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee;

King Pandiva, he is dead,

All thy friends are lapp'd in lead:
All thy fellow-birds do sing
Careless of thy sorrowing;
Even so, poor bird, like thee,
None alive will pity me.

R. BARNEFIELD,

THE NIGHTINGALE'S SONG.

ROUND my own pretty rose I have hovered all day,

I have seen its sweet leaves one by one fall away:

They are gone, they are gone; but I go not with them,

I linger to weep o'er its desolate

stem.

They say if I rove to the south I shall meet

With hundreds of roses more fair and more sweet;

But my heart, when I'm tempted to wander, replies,

Here my first love, my last love, my only love lies.

When the last leaf is withered, and falls to the earth,

The false one to southerly climes may fly forth;

But truth cannot fly from his sorrows: he dies,

Where his first love, his last love, his only love lies.

T. H. BAYLY.

THE NIGHTINGALE'S DEATHSONG.

MOURNFULLY, sing mournfully,
And die away my heart!

The rose, the glorious rose, is gone,
And I, too, will depart.

The skies have lost their splendor, The waters changed their tone, And wherefore, in the faded world,' Should music linger on?

Where is the golden sunshine,

And where the flower-cup's glow? And where the joy of the dancing leaves,

And the fountain's laughing flow?

Tell of the brightness parted,

Thou bee, thou lamb at play! Thou lark, in thy victorious mirth! Are ye, too, passed away?

With sunshine, with sweet odor,
With every precious thing,
Upon the last warm southern breeze,
My soul its flight shall wing.

Alone I shall not linger

When the days of hope are past, To watch the fall of leaf by leaf, To wait the rushing blast.

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In nature's anthem, and made music such

As pleased the ear of God! original, Unmarred, unfaded work of Deity! And unburlesqued by mortal's puny skill;

From age to age enduring, and unchanged,

Majestical, inimitable, vast, Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each

Succeeding race, and little pompous work

Of man; unfallen, religious, holy sea! Thou bowedst thy glorious head to none, fearedst none, Heardst none, to none didst honor, but to God

Thy Maker, only worthy to receive Thy great obeisance.

OCEAN.

POLLOK.

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Waves on the beach, and the wild sea-foam,

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With a leap, and a dash, and a sudden cheer,

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