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UNDER the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;

Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i’ the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither :

Here shall he see
No

enemy,
But winter and rough weather.

SHAKSPEARE.

Phyllis.

In petticoat of green,
Her hair about her een;
Phyllis beneath an oak

Sat milking her fair flock:
’Mongst that sweet-strained moisture, (rare delight,)
Her hand seemed milk, in milk it was so white.

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SHELLEY

363

1 Lament.

SWIFTER far than summer's flight,
Swifter far than youth's delight,
Swifter far than happy night,

Art thou come and gone;
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleep is sped,
As the heart when joy is fled,

I am left lone, lone.
The swallow Summer comes again,
The owlet Night resumes her reign,
But the wild swan Youth is fain

To fly with thee, false as thou.
My heart each day desires the morrow,
Sleep itself is turned to sorrow,
Vainly would my winter borrow

Sunny leaves from any bough.

Lilies for a bridal bed,
Roses for a matron's head,
Violets for a maiden dead,

Pansies let my flowers be;
On the living grave I bear,
Scatter them without a tear,
Let no friend, however dear,

Waste one hope, one fear for me

SHELLEY

The Mind superior to the Body's Infirmities.

When we for age could neither read nor write,
The subject made us able to endite:
The soul, with nobler resolutions deckt,
The body stooping, does herself erect.
No mortal parts are requisite to raise
Her that, unbodied, can her Maker praise.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er :
So calm are we when passions are no more!
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness which age descries.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made :
Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,
That stand upon the threshold of the new.

WALLER. COLERIDGE.

365

Sonnet,

TO THE RIVER OTTER.

DEAR native brook! wild streamlet of the West !
How many various-fated years have past,

What happy, and what mournful hours, since last
I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest
Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes

I never shut amid the sunny ray,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,

Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows gray,
And bedded sand that, veined with various dyes,
Gleamed through thy bright transparence! On my way

Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs :

Ah! could I be once more a careless child !

COLERIDGE

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