Let the scene, that tells how fast Warn her, ere her bloom is past, Woo her when the north winds call W. C. BRYANT. SONNET. COMPOSED BY THE SIDE OF GRASMERE LAKE, 1807. CLO LOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield Jove, Venus, and the ruddy crest of Mars At happy distance from earth's groaning field, reeds, “Be thankful, thou; for, if unholy deeds Ravage the world, tranquillity is here!" WORDSWORTH. ON HOHENLINDEN. N Linden, when the sun was low, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! CAMPBELL. H SONNET. FROM THE PORTUGUESE. OW do I love thee? Let me count the ways. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight I love thee to the level of every day's With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. CLE CLERK SAUNDERS. [OLD BALLAD.] LERK Saunders and may Margaret And deep and heavy was the love "A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said, "A bed for you and me!" "Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret, "Till anes we married be." “Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard, And slowly lift the pin; And you may swear, and save your aith, "Take you a napkin in your hand, Tie up your bonnie e'en, And you may swear and save your aith, It was about the midnight hour When in and came her seven brothers They said, "We hae but one sister, And behold her lying with a knight!" Then out and spake the first o' them, And out and spake the third o' them, "I wot that they are lovers dear." And out and spake the fourth o' them, 66 They hae been in love this mony a year.” Then out and spake the fifth o' them, "It were great sin true love to twain." And out and spake the sixth o' them, "It were shame to slay a sleeping man." Then up and gat the seventh o' them, But he has striped his bright brown brand Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turn'd And they lay still and sleepit sound, And kindly to him she did say, "It is time, true love, you were awa'." But he lay still, and sleepit sound, Then in and came her father dear; Said "Let a' your mourning be; |