VII. ENIGMA. IN other days, when hope was bright, Of endless spring, and cloudless weather, But now ye tell another tale ; Away! ye grieve and ye rejoice VIII. ALAS for that forgotten day When Chivalry was nourished, When none but friars learned to pray, And beef and beauty flourished, And fraud in kings was held accurst, And falsehood sin was reckoned, And mighty chargers bore my First, And fat monks wore my Second! Oh then I carried sword and shield, And learned to drain my father's How grand was I in olden days! The theme of minstrels' story; cup, Unmoved by fearful accidents, All hardships stoutly spurning, I laughed to scorn the elementsAnd chiefly those of Learning. Such things have vanished like a dream; And every thing is done by steam, With Sheriffs and Recorders. IX. My First's an airy thing, In Fancy's bowers; Living on beauteous smiles From eyes that glisten, And telling of Love's wiles To ears that listen. But if, in its first flush Of warm emotion, My Second come to crush Its young devotion, Oh! then it wastes away, Weeping and waking, And, on some sunny day, Is blest in breaking! X. ON the casement frame the wind beat high; All Kenneth Hold was wrapt in gloom, And Sir Everard slept in the Haunted Room. I sat and sang beside his bed ;— Yet did I scare his slumber; And a fitful light in his eyeball glistened, And his cheek grew pale as he lay and listened, And telling out their number. Sir Everard did not fear my First ;- |