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

20i 1'0llll8 0 1' ~ IIOCLt.L i.lro DOJDftlO Al'nO'l'lOJIS.

"And now, farewell! 'Tia hard to give thee up,

With death 10 like a gentle elumber on thee;-

And thy dark ain l-Ob I I could drink the oup,

If from thia woe ita bitterne• had wou thee.

May God han call'd thee, like a w&nderer, home,

.Myloet boy, Absalom!"

He conr'd up his &ce, and bow'd himself

A moment on hia child: then, giving him

A look of melting tenderness, he ·laap'd ,

Hie banda convulsively, ae if in prayer·

And, aa if strength were given him of God 1

He roee up calmly and composed the pall

Fil'Dlly and decently-and left bim there-

A& if hia rest had been a breathing sleep.

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Wru.tro.

Tl:t.B Cll.lltled crag oC DrachenCels

Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rbine,

Whose brea.at of waters broadly swells

Between the banks which bear the vine,

And hills all rich with bloeaom'd trees,

.And fields which promise corn and wine,

And acatter'd citiea crowning these,

wnose far white walls along them shine,

Have strew'd a seene which 1 should see

With double joy wert tlwu with me.

And peaeant girls, with deep blue eyee,

And banda which offer eurly ftowera,

Walk smUing o'er thia pal'ftdiae;

Above, the frequent feudlll towers

Throu2h green lea vee lift their walla or gray,

.Ancf many a rock which eteeply lowers,

And noble arch in proud decay,

Look o'er this vale of nutage bowera ;

But one thing :want theee banks of Rhin&-

Thy gentle hand to elaep in mine I

I 118lld the liliee given to me ;

Though long before thy bAud they touch,

I know that they muat wither'd be.

But yet reject them DDt u 1uch ;

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