IV The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, CAMPBELL. THE GIRL DESCRIBES HER FAWN WITH Sweetest milk and sugar first I it at my own fingers nursed; And as it grew, so every day It wax'd more white and sweet than they. I blush'd to see its foot more soft And white, shall I say, than my hand? It is a wond'rous thing how fleet I have a garden of my own, And all the springtime of the year Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, Had it lived long, it would have been A. MARVELL, THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OUR bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. 'Stay-stay with us!-rest!-thou art weary and worn!'And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay; But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, T. CAMPBELL. JOHN GILPIN JOHN GILPIN was a citizen A train-band Captain eke was he John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, To-morrow is our wedding-day, My sister and my sister's child, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride He soon replied,-I do admire I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Callender, Quoth Mistress Gilpin,-That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish'd with our own, Which is both bright and clear. |