And on that cheek and o'er that brow The smiles that win, the tints that glow A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. LORD BYRON. 174. She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; I saw her upon nearer view, Her household motions light and free, A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; The reason firm, the temperate will, 175. W. WORDSWORTH, She is not fair to outward view Until she smiled on me. O then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. H. COLERIDGE. 176. I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. P. B. SHELLEY. 177. THE LOST LOVE. She dwelt among the untrodden way's A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and O! The difference to me! 178. W. WORDSWORTH, I travell'd among unknown men What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! A second time, for still I seem Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd The bowers where Lucy play'd; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes survey'd. W. WORDSWORTH. 179. THE EDUCATION OF NATURE. Three years she grew in sun and shower; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be In earth and heaven, in glade and bower To kindle or restrain. "She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature spake-The work was done How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene: The memory of what has been, And never more will be. W. WORDSWORTH. 180. A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; With rocks, and stones, and trees! W. WORDSWORTH. 181. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A Chieftain to the Highlands bound "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle "O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. |