"WHOSE MIND IS BUT THE MIND OF HIS OWN EYES, HE IS A SLAVE, THE MEANEST WE CAN MEET."-worDSWORTH. [BRYAN WALLER PROCTER, better known by his nom de plume of 'Barry Cornwall," born 1790. He has given to the world numerous works, the best of which are the "Dramatic Scenes," "Marcian Colonna," and "Mirandola ;" but is most likely to be remembered by his songs, which are alternately picturesque, pathetic, and sentimental.] "BEFORE TIME'S BREATH, LIKE BLAZING FLAX, MAN AND HIS MARVELS PASS AWAY."-SIR W. SCOTT. THE OWL. N the hollow tree, in the gray old tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised in the sunshine hour, Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, Oh, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, And the owl hath a bride who is fond and bold, AND HOPE IS BRIGHTEST WHEN IT DAWNS FROM FEARS."-SCOTT. "WE THINK NOT WHAT WE DAILY SEE ABOUT OUR HEARTHS-ANGELS THAT ARE TO BE,"LEIGH HUNT) 258 DELIGHT AND LIBERTY, THE SIMPLE CREED THE OWL. "OR MAY BE IF THEY WILL; AND WE PREPARE OUR SOULS TO MEET IN HAPPY AIR."-LEIGH HUNT. And with eyes like the shine of the moonshine cold Not a feather she moves, not a carol she sings, But when her heart heareth his flapping wing, Oh, when the moon shines, and the dogs do howl, Mourn not for the owl nor his gloomy plight! If a prisoner he be in the broad daylight, OF CHILDHOOD, WHETHER BUSY OR AT REST."-WORDSWORTH. 66 EARTH FILLS HER LAP WITH PLEASURES OF HER OWN."-WORDSWORTH. THE STORMY PETREL. Nor lonely the bird, nor his ghastly mate; They are each unto each a pride Thrice fonder, perhaps, since a strange dark fate Hath rent them from all beside ! So when the night falls, and dogs do howl, But the king of the night is the bold brown owl. [BARRY CORNWALL. From "English Songs."] 259 "REDEEM THE HOURS, THE SPACE IS BRIEF, WHILE IN TIME'S GLASS THE SAND-GRAINS SHIVER; THE STORMY PETREL. THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea; The hull, which all earthly strength disdains, Up and down! up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair "6 HEAVEN LIES ABOUT US IN OUR INFANCY." -WORDSWORTH. AND MEASURELESS THY JOY OR GRIEF WHEN TIME AND THOU SHALT PART FOR EVER."-SCOTT. "THE MIND THAT BROODS O'ER GUILTY WOES IS, LIKE THE SCORPION, GIRT WITH FIRE."-BYRON. 260 FAR AS THE BREEZE CAN BEAR, THE BILLOWS FOAM, THE STORMY PETREL. "OURS THE WILD LIFE IN TUMULT STILL TO RANGE FROM TOIL TO REST, AND JOY IN EVERY CHANGE."-BYRON. To warm her young, and to teach them spring O'er the deep! O'er the deep! Where the whale, and the shark, and the sword-fish Outflying the blast and the driving rain, [BARRY CORNWALL. From "English Songs."] SURVEY OUR EMPIRE, AND BEHOLD OUR HOME."-BYRON. 66 OTHER MEN'S SINS WE EVER BEAR IN MIND; MARCH. 261 MARCH. HE stormy March has come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month, in praise of thee; "OH, FEAR NOT IN A WORLD LIKE THIS, AND THOU SHALT KNOW ERE LONG KNOW HOW SUBLIME A THING IT IS TO SUFFER AND BE STRONG."-LONGFELLOW. For thou to northern lands again And in thy reign of blast and storm, Smile many a long bright sunny day, Then sing aloud the gushing rills And the full springs from frost set free, The year's departing beauty hides Of wintry storms the sullen threat; But in thy sternest frown abides A look of kindly promise yet. NONE SEES THE FARDEL OF HIS FAULTS BEHIND."-HERRICK. |