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“ O lady, he is dead and gone,

Lady, he's dead and gone! At his head a green grass turf,

And at his heels a stone.

“ Within these holy cloisters long

He languished, and he died Lamenting of a lady's love,

And 'plaining of her pride.

" Here bore him barefaced on his bier

Six proper youths and tall; And many

a tear bedewed his grave Within yon kirkyard wall."

“And art thou dead, thou gentle youth

And art thou dead and gone ? And didst thou die for love of me?

Break, cruel heart of stone !”

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“O, weep not, lady, weep not so !

Some ghostly comfort seek ;
Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart,

Nor tears bedew thy cheek.”

“O, do not, do not, holy friar,

My sorrow now reprove !
For I have lost the sweetest youth

That e'er won lady's love.

" And now, alas ! for thy sad loss

I'll evermore weep and sigh; For thee I only wished to live,

For thee I wished to die.”

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THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.

“ Weep no more, lady, weep no more ;

Thy sorrow is in vain ;
For violets plucked the sweetest showers

Will ne er make grow again.

“Our joys as winged dreams do fly;

Why, then, should sorrow last?
Since grief but aggravates thy loss,

Grieve not for what is past."

“O, say not so, thou holy friar;

I pray thee, say not so:
For since my truelove died for me,

'T is meet my tears should flow.”

Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever ;
One foot on sea and one on land,

To one thing constant never.”

“ Now say not so, thou holy friar,

I pray thee, say not so;
My love he had the truest heart;

O, he was ever true !

6 And art thou dead, thou much loved youth?

And didst thou die for me?
Then farewell, home ; for evermore

A pilgrim I will be.

“But first upon my truelove's grave

My weary limbs I 'll lay ;
And thrice I 'll kiss the green grass turf

That wraps his breathless clay."

“ Yet stay, fair lady, rest awhile

Beneath this cloister wall ; The cold wind through the hawthorn blows,

And drizzly rain doth fall.”

“O, stay me not, thou holy friar,

O, stay me not, I pray!
No drizzly rain that falls on me

Can wash my fault away."

“ Yet stay, fair lady, turn again,

And dry those pearly tears ; For see, beneath this

gown

of

gray, Thy own truelove appears! “Here, forced by grief and hopeless love,

These holy weeds I sought,
And here, amid these lonely walls,

To end my days I thought. “ But haply,

for
my year

of

grace Is not yet passed away,Might I still hope to win thy love,

No longer would I stay.
“ Now farewell grief, and welcome joy

Once more unto my heart ;
For since I 've found thee, lovely youth,

We never more will part.”

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TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY

SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS. - Milton.

WHEN I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless (though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide),
“ Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “ God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts ; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest :
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY.

Mrs. Southey.

'T is ever thus, — 't is ever thus, when Hope hath

built a bower Like that of Eden, wreathed about with every thorn

less flower, To dwell therein securely, the self-deceiver's trust, A whirlwind from the desert comes, and “all is in

the dust."

'Tis ever thus, - 't is ever thus, that, when the poor

heart clings With all its finest tendrils, with all its flexile rings,

That goodly thing it cleaveth to, so fondly and so fast, Is struck to earth by lightning, or shattered by the

blast.

*T is ever thus, — 't is ever thus, with beams of mor

tal bliss, With looks too bright and bea'utiful for such a worl]

as this; One moment round about us their angel lightnings

play, Then down the veil of darkness drops, and all hath

passed away.

'T is ever thus, 't is ever thus, with sounds toc

sweet for earth,Seraphic sounds, that float away (borne heavenward)

in their birth; The golden shell is broken, the silver chord is mute, The sweet bells all are silent, and hushed the lovely

lute.

'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, with all that 's best

below, The dearest, noblest, loveliest, are always first to go; The bird that sings the sweetest, the pine that crowns

the rock, The glory of the garden, the flower of the flock.

'T is ever thus, - 't is ever thus, with creatures

heavenly fair, Too finely framed to 'bide the brunt more earthly

creatures bear; A little while they dwell with us, blest ministers of

love,

Then spread the wings we had not seen, and seek

their home above.

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