135. THE TRUE PATHOS
To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife,
That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
R. BURNS (To Dr. Blacklock).
136. BONNIE DOON
YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine; And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine. Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; And my fause lover stole my rose, But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
137. THE RELIGION OF HUDIBRAS
FOR his Religion, it was fit To match his learning and his
'Twas Presbyterian true blue ; For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men
To be the true Church Militant; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ;
And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks; Call fire and sword and desola- tion,
A godly thorough Reformation;
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to:
Still so perverse and opposite, As if they worshipped God for spite.
138. MEN AND WOMEN
FOR women first were made for men, Not men for them: It follows, then, That men have right to every one, And they no freedom of their own; And therefore men have power to choose, But they no charter to refuse.
THE sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn.
MODERN PROWESS IN WAR
'Tis true, our modern way of war Is grown more politic by far,
But not so resolute and bold,
Nor tied to honour as the old.
For now they laugh at giving battle, Unless it be to herds of cattle,
Or fighting convoys of provision, The whole design o' the expedition.
For 'tis not now, who's stout and bold? But who bears hunger best and cold? And he's approved the most deserving Who longest can hold out at starving: And he that routs most pigs and cows The formidablest man of prowess.
So th' emperor Caligula,
That triumphed o'er the British sea Took crabs and oysters prisoners, And lobsters, 'stead of cuirassiers; Engaged his legions in fierce bustles, With periwinkles, prawns and mussels, And led his troops with furious gallops, To charge whole regiments of scallops; Not like their ancient way of war, To wait on his triumphal car; But when he went to dine or sup, More bravely ate his captives up, And left all war, by his example, Reduced to victualling of a camp well.
141. A JACOBITE TOAST
GOD bless the King!—I mean the Faith's Defender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the Pretender! But who Pretender is, or who is King, God bless us all!—that's quite another thing.
142. ALAS! THE LOVE OF WOMEN. ALAS! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone,
And their revenge is as the tiger's spring, Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet, as real Torture is theirs, what they inflict they feel.
GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON (Don Juan).
143. AVE MARIA
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. Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer!
Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of love!
Ave Maria! may our spirits dare
Look up to thine and to thy Son's above!
Ave Maria! oh that face so fair!
Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty doveWhat though 'tis but a pictured image strike,
That painting is no idol,-'tis too like.
144. MAN'S LOVE A THING APART
MAN's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange
Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,
And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one,
To love again, and be again undone.
145. OH, TALK NOT TO ME OF A NAME GREAT IN STORY Он, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet_two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled ? 'Tis but as a dead-flower with May-dew besprinkled. Then away with all such from the head that is hoary! What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? Oh Fame !-if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover, She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
146. ROLL ON, THOU DEEP AND DARK BLUE OCEAN ROLL on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths,―thy fields Are not a spoil for him,-thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth :-there let him lay.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou ;- Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,-
Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving-boundless, endless, and sublime- The image of eternity, the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers-they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here.
LORD BYRON (Childe Harold's Pilgrimage).
147. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, LIKE THE NIGHT
SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
148. SO WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
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