From SHAKESPEARE and FLET- A BRIDAL SONG.' ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Primrose, firstborn child of Ver, Oxlips in their cradles growing, All dear Nature's children sweet, Blessing their sense! Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious, or bird fair, Be absent hence! The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor The boding raven, nor chough hoar,3 May on our bride-house perch or sing, Or with them any discord bring, But from it fly! 1 I have given the song tentatively to Fletcher; but I have a strong suspicion that it is by Shakespeare. ་ With harebell slim." Old eds. "clough 2 Mr. W. J. Linton proposes 3. 11 'Chough hoar" is Seward's correction. hee" (and "he"). URNS AND ODOURS BRING AWAY! RNS and odours bring away! URNS Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole1 more deadly looks than dying; And clamours through the wild air flying! Come, all sad and solemn shows, We convent nought else but woes. From King Henry VIII., 1623. THE POWER OF MUSIC. RPHEUS with his lute made trees, OF And the mountain-tops that freeze, There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, 1 Sorrow. CALL From JOHN WEBSTER'S The A DIRGE. ALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, And with leaves and flowers do cover The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, From JOHN WEBSTER'S The HARK, NOW EVERYTHING IS STILL. HARK, now everything is still, The screech-owl and the whistler shrill, Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud! Your length in clay's now competent : Here your perfect peace is signed. Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day; A From JOHN WEBSTER'S The VANITAS VANITATUM. LL the flowers of the spring Sweetest breath and clearest eye, Who seek by trophies and dead things And weave but nets to catch the wind. From JOHN FORD'S The Lover's FLY HENCE, SHADOWS! LY hence, shadows, that do keep FLY Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep! Tho' the eyes be overtaken, Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts, chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares : From JOHN FORD'S The Broken A BRIDAL SONG. OMFORTS lasting, loves increasing, Plenty's pleasure, peace complying, Budding as the year ensu❜th, Every spring another youth : Crown this Bridegroom and this Bride! |