THE KNIGHT'S TOMB. 207 THE KNIGHT'S TOMB. WHERE is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust. S. T. Coleridge. THE ISLE. THERE was a little lawny islet, Like mosaic, paven: And its roof was flowers and leaves Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze Each a gem engraven: Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave P. B. Shelley. 208 CANZONET. CANZONET. DEAR is my little native vale, To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from tree to tree In orange-groves and myrtle-bow'rs, The shepherd's horn at break of day, S. Rogers. THE MORNING-LAND. 209 THE MORNING-LAND. KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell. Lord Byron. Modern Poets. 14 210 LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river Nothing in the world is single, In one another's being mingle— See, the mountains kiss high heaven And the sunlight clasps the earth, P. B. Shelley. LOVE'S EXAMPLES. 211 LOVE'S EXAMPLES. THE violet loves a sunny bank, The cowslip loves the lea, The scarlet creeper loves the elm; The sunshine kisses mount and vale, The west winds kiss the clover blooms; The oriole weds his mottled mate, Heaven's marriage-ring is round the earth; J. Bayard Taylor. JENNY'S KISS. JENNY kissed me when we met, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Jenny kissed me! L. Hunt. |