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And throws the melons at our feet;
But apples, plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.
With cedars chosen by his hand

From Lebanon he stores the land;
And makes the hollow seas that roar
Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
He cast (of which we rather boast)
The gospel's pearl upon our coast;
And in these rocks for us did frame
A temple where to sound his name.
Oh! let our voice his praise exalt
Till it arrive at heaven's vault,
Which then perhaps rebounding may
Echo beyond the Mexique bay."
Thus sung they in the English boat
A holy and a cheerful note:
And all the way, to guide their
chime,

With falling oars they kept the time.
A. MARVELL.

CAVE OF STAFFA.

THANKS for the lessons of this spot, fit school

For the presumptuous thoughts that would assign

Mechanic laws to agency divine, And, measuring heaven by earth, would overrule

Infinite power. The pillared vestibule,

Expanding yet precise, the roof embowed,

Might seem designed to humble man, when proud

Of his best workmanship by plan and tool.

Down-bearing with his whole Atlantic weight

Of tide and tempest on the structure's base,

And flashing upwards to its topmost height,

Ocean has proved its strength, and of its grace

In calms is conscious, finding for his freight

Of softest music some responsive place.

WORDSWORTH.

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In symmetry, and fashioned to endure,

Unhurt, the assaults of time with all his hours,

As the supreme Artificer ordained. WORDSWORTH.

THE STORM.

THE sky is changed; and such a change! O night,

And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong,

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,

Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud,

But every mountain now hath found a tongue,

And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,

Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!

SUNSET.

BYRON.

THE moon is up, and yet it is not night:

Sunset divides the sky with her;

a sea

Of glory streams along the Alpine height

Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven is free

From clouds, but of all colors seems to be

Melted to one vast Iris of the west, Where the day joins the past eternity;

While, on the other hand, meek

Dian's crest

Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest.

A single star is at her side, and reigns

With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still

Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains

Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rhotian hill.

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In the infinite azure, star after star, How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass!

How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass!

And the path of the gentle winds is seen,

Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean.

"And see, where brighter day-beams pour,

How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower;

And the morn and eve, with their pomp of hues,

Shift o'er the bright planets and shed their dews;

And 'twixt them both, o'er the teeming ground,

With her shadowy cone the night goes round!

"Away, away! in our blossoming bowers,

In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours,

In the seas and fountains that shine with morn,

See, love is brooding, and life is born, And breathing myriads are breaking from night,

To rejoice like us, in motion and light.

"Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,

To weave the dance that measures the years;

Glide on, in the glory and gladness sent,

To the farthest wall of the firmament,

The boundless visible smile of Him, To the veil of whose brow your lamps are dim."

BRYANT.

THE MILKY WAY.

"Lo," quoth he, "cast up thine

eye,

See yonder, lo! the galaxie,
The which men clepe the Milky Way,
For it is white; and some parfay
Callen it Watling streete,

That once was brent with the hete,
When the Sunne's spnne the rede,
That "ight Phaeton, would lead
Algate his father's cart, and gie.*

The cart horses gan well aspie,
That he could no governaunce,
And gan for to leape and praunce,
And bear him up, and now down,
Till he saw the Scorpioun,
Which that in Heaven a signe is yet,
And for feré lost his wit

Of that, and let the reynés gone
Of his horses, and they anone
Soone up to mount, and downe de-
scend,

Till both air and Earthé brend,
Till Jupiter, lo! at the last
Him slew, and fro the carté cast.
CHAUCER.

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