THE RUINED CITY. THE days of old, though Time has reft To shadow forth the past. The warlike deed, the classic page, A thousand years have roll'd along, A thousand summer suns have shone Till earth grew bright beneath their sway, Since thou, untenanted and lone, Wert render'd to decay. The moss-tuft and the ivy-wreath For ages clad thy fallen mould, And gladden'd in the Spring's soft breath; But they grew wan and old. Now, Desolation hath denied That even these shall veil thy gloom : And Nature's mantling beauty died FORGIVENESS OF INJURIES. 223 Alas! for the far years, when clad With the bright vesture of thy prime, The proud towers made each wanderer glad, Who hail'd thy sunny clime! Alas! for the fond hope, and dream, And all that won thy children's trust! God cursed-and none may now redeem, Pale city of the dust! ECKHARD. FORGIVENESS OF INJURIES. FORGIVE thy foes, nor that alone, So does the fragrant sandal bow HERBERT KNOWLES. BIRDS. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts To her fair works did Nature link And much it grieved my heart to think Through primrose tufts in that sweet bower The birds around me hopp'd and play'd; The budding twigs spread out their fan, And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there. RETIREMENT. From Heaven if this belief be sent, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man? 225 WORDSWORTH. RETIREMENT. THRICE happy he who, by some shady grove, But doth converse with that eternal love. O! how more sweet is birds' harmonious moan, THE SHIPWRECKED SOLITARY'S SONG THOU Spirit of the spangled night! The winds are whistling o'er the wolds, Sweet is the scented gale of morn, That marks thy mournful reign. I've pass'd here many a lonely year, And I have linger'd in the shade, From sultry noon's hot beam. And I Have knelt before my wicker door To sing my evening song. |