Without the door let sorrow lie;
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury 't in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry.
For Christmas comes but once a year,
And then they shall be merry.
And Jack shall pipe, and Gill shall dance,
And all the town be merry.
Though others' purses be more fat,
Why should we pine, or grieve at that ?
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.
Christmas.
HANG SORROW!
And this the burden of his song forever used
to be,
I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
me.
Love in a Village, Acti. Sc. 2.
Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers ; . . . sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain.
Valentinian.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.
NIGHT AND SLEEP.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes:
Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Night Thoughts, Nighti,
DR. E. YOUNG.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 6.
tones
in which
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very
Spake
Had something strange I could but mark':
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seemed to make
ве A moumful rustting is the dark.
Sdemy W. Longfellow
FANTASY.
FROM "THE VISION OF DELIGHT.”
BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud,
And spread thy purple wings,
Now all thy figures are allowed,
And various shapes of things;
Create of airy forms a stream,
It must have blood, and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream,
Yet let it like an odor rise
To all the senses here,
And fall like sleep upon their eyes, Or music in their ear.
DELIGHTS OF FANCY.
FROM “THE PLEAsures of IMAGINATION.”
As Memnon's marble harp renowned of old
By fabling Nilus, to the quivering touch
Of Titan's ray, with each repulsive string
Consenting, sounded through the warbling air
Unbidden strains; e'en so did Nature's hand
To certain species of external things
Attune the finer organs of the mind;
So the glad impulse of congenial powers,
Or of sweet sound, or fair-proportioned form,
The grace of motion, or the bloom of light,
Thrills through imagination's tender frame,
From nerve to nerve; all naked and alive
They catch the spreading rays; till now the soul
At length discloses every tuneful spring,
To that harmonious movement from without,
Responsive. Then the inexpressive strain
Diffuses its enchantment; Fancy dreams
Of sacred fountains and Elysian groves,
And vales of bliss; the Intellectual Power
Bends from his awful throne a wondering ear,
And smiles; the passions gently soothed away,
Sink to divine repose, and love and joy
Alone are waking; love and joy serene
As airs that fan the summer. O attend,
Whoe'er thou art whom these delights can touch,
Whose candid bosom the refining love
Of nature warms; O, listen to my song,
And I will guide thee to her favorite walks,
And teach thy solitude her voice to hear,
And point her loveliest features to thy view.
MARK AKENSIDE.
FANCY.
EVER let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home :
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,
She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer's joys are spoilt by use,
And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming:
Autumn's red-lipped fruitage too,
Blushing through the mist and dew,
Cloys. with tasting. What do then?
Sit thee by the ingle, when
The sear fagot blazes bright,
Spirit of a winter's night;
When the soundless earth is muffled,
And the cakèd snow is shuffled
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon ;
When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky.
- Sit thee there, and send abroad
With a mind self-overawed
Fancy, high-commissioned:
She has vassals to attend her;
She will bring, in spite of frost,
Beauties that the earth hath lost;
She will bring thee, all together,
All delights of summer weather;
All the buds and bells of May
From dewy sward or thorny spray ;
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