1. OFT has it been my lot to mark So begs you 'd pay a due submission, 2. Two travellers of such a cast, - As o'er Arabia's wilds they passed, 3. "Hold there!" the other quick replies, 4. "I've seen it, sir, as well as you, 5. ""T is green, 't is green, sir, I assure ye! 66 6. So high at last the contest rose, ΕΙ 7. "Sirs," cries the umpire, cease your pother -'t was white. IN man or woman, but far most in man, What! will a man play tricks, will he indulge Who handles things divine; and all beside, Though learned with labor, and though much admired By curious eyes and judgments ill-informed, To me is odious. COWPER. 2. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest; Like a cloud of fire, The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest 3 All the earth and air With thy voice is loud; As, when night is bare, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 4. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 5. Chorus hymenē'al, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. 6. With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee. Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. 7. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! 8. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. SHELLEY (ABRIDGED). FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony. And could not heave her head, Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, 2. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, From harmony to harmony, Through all the compass of the notes it ran, 3. What passion cannot music raise and quell? His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot music raise and quell? 4. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double, double, double beat Of the thundering drum, Cries," Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge! 't is too late to retreat." 5. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hapless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 6. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depths of pain and height of passion, 7. But, O! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise! Notes that wing their heavenly ways But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : DRYDEN. On the departure of his vessels, Pizarro marched into the interior, in the hope of finding the pleasant champaign country which had been promised him by the natives. But at every step the forests seemed to grow denser and darker, and the trees towered to a height such as he had never seen, even in these fruitful regions, where nature works on so gigantic a scale. Hill continued to rise above hill, as he advanced, rolling onward, as it were, by successive waves, to join that colossal barrier of the Andes, whose frosty sides, far away above the clouds, spread out like a curtain of burnished silver, that seemed to connect the heavens with the earth. On crossing these woody eminences, the forlorn adventurers would plunge into ravines' of frightful depth, where the exhalations of a humid soil steamed up amidst the incense of sweetscented flowers, which shone through the deep glooms in every conceivable variety of color. Birds, especially of the parrot tribe, mocked this fantastic variety of nature with tints as brilliant as those of the vegetable world. Monkeys chattered in crowds above their heads, and made grima'ces like the fiendish spirits of these solitudes; while hideous reptiles, engendered in the slimy depths of the pools, gathered round the footsteps of the wanderers. Here was seen the gigantic boä, coiling his unwieldy folds about the trees, so as hardly to be distinguished from their trunks, till he was ready to dart upon his prey; and alligators lay basking on the borders of the streams, or, gliding under the waters, seized their incautious victim before he was aware of their approach. Many of the Spaniards perished miserably in |