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

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348 POIDt8 o• CIU.lUil'l'EJt, AND Kl90.ItLI..A.lfEOU8.

0! let me aa.fely to the fair Hturn,
Bay with a kiss, ehe must not, ehall not mourn ;
0! let me teach my heart to lose it.i fears,
~ll'd by Wisdom'• voice Alld Zara'e tears."
He aa.id, and ca.ll'd on Heaven to bless the dar
When back to Sehiraz' walla he bent hie way.
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«~r !llaib·hlb of 4tliaaiut~ a! Jungarv.


Eliz. (Ul•towTolce.) TURouoa the atiflin.g room
Floats att-ange perfume ;
Through the crumbling thatch
The a.ugele watch,
Over the rotting roof-tree.
They warble and l!utter, and hover and glide,
Wafting old sounds to nty dreary bed-aide,
Snatches of aonga which I u~d to know
When I alept by my nurae, and the swallows
Oall'd me at day-dawn from un•ler the eaves.
H.t.rk to them !' luu·k to them now-
Fluting like woodlarka, tender and low-
Cool ruat'ling leavea-tl'iekling watera-
Sheepbelle over the le&. -

....
.. •.. hie merry carolrevell'd
Through all my brain, Alld woke my parchM throat
To join hla aong: then angel melodiea
Bunt through the dull d:u-k, and the mad air qniver'd
Unutterable music.
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!If the downhill of life, when I find I ' m declining,
May my lot no le• fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-ebair cau afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooka the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol awAy idle aorrow ·
And blithe as the lark that each dr.y haila the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.

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