A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

PO&llS OJ' IlUOilU'l10!f ~D ruCT. 127

The wheel of fortune guide you,

'l'he boy with tho bow beside you

Run &ye in tho way

Till the bird of d&y

And the luckier lot betide yoa!

Ul.
Smro no ten! 0 abed no tear I
The tlower will bloom another year.
Weep no more I 0 weep no more I
Young buds alee)) in the root'• white core.
Dry/onr eyes I 0 d ry your eyes I
For waa taught in Paradi.ee
To eaae my brua~ of melodie.--
Shed no*'".
Overhe&d! look onrhead I
'Moog the bloesome white &nd red-
Look up, look op I I flutter now
Ou thia fr!'!lh pomegrnnate bough.
See me I 'tia tbia ei.fnry bill
Ever cures the good tnAn'a ill.
Shed no tear! 0 abed no ~r!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, &dieu-1 tly--adieu!
1 vanish in the heaven's blue-
Adieu, Adieu!

~ Jakt anb a ~if! ~011t .imtg.

A LAXZ a.nd a f&iry boat,

To aail in the moonlight clear-.

And merrily we would ftoa~

From the dngone that wetcb ua here!

Thy gown 11bould be snow-white silk ;

And atriogs of orient pearls,

Like goesamel"8 dipp'd in milk,

Should twill& with thy l't\Ven CtJrls!

Red rubies should deck thy luuu.la,

KEATS.

And diamonds should be thy do~I"­

But f&iriee have broke their wanda,

.Alid wishing has loat ite power. HooD.