They deck'd her courtly halls- Her name has stirr'd the mountains' sleep, And mourners, God had stricken deep, Look'd hearkening up, and did not weep! Alone she wept, Who wept to wear a crown. She saw no purple shine, For tears had dimm'd her eyes: And while the heralds play'd their part, "God save the Queen!" from hill to mart, God save thee, weeping queen, God bless thee, weeping queen, And fill with better love than earth's That when the thrones of earth shall be To wear that heavenly crown! MRS. BROWNING. SWE 41. SWEET AUBURN. [From THE DESERTED VILLAGE.] WEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, The decent church that topp'd the neighb'ring hill, How often have I blest the coming day, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place, The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love; The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please : These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms-but all these charms are fled. GOLDSMITH. 66 Y 42. ZARA'S EAR-RINGS. [A MOORISH BALLAD.] "MX ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropt into the well, And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell.”"Twas thus, Granada's fountain by, spoke Albuharez' daughter,"The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath the cold blue waterTo me did Muça give them, when he spake his sad farewell, And what to say when he comes back, alas! I cannot tell F "My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget, That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor smile on other's tale, But remember he my lips had kiss'd, pure as those ear-rings paleWhen he comes back and hears that I have dropp'd them in the well, Oh what will Muça think of me, I cannot, cannot tell. "My ear-rings! my ear-rings! he'll say they should have been "He'll think when I to market went, I loiter'd by the way; He'll think when I was sporting so beside this marble well, "He'll say I am a woman, and we are all the same; "I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will believe- J. G. LOCKHART. TRI 43. THE RAINBOW. TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem as to my childhood's sight A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that optics teach, unfold When science from creation's face And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, When o'er the green undeluged earth And when its yellow lustre smiled Each mother held aloft her child, To bless the bow of God. |