40 X. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; XI. I saw their starv'd lips in the gloom, XII. 45 And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake SONNETS ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER (Written 1816) XI. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, That deep-brow'd Homer rul'd as his demesne; Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: 10 Then felt I like some watcher of the skies He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men SONNET (June, 1816) To one who has been long in city pent, And open face of heaven,-to breathe a prayer 10 Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye XV. ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET (Written December 30th, 1816) The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; 5 That is the Grasshopper's-he takes the lead In summer luxury, he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. 10 The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, LAST SONNET (Written on a Blank Page in Shakespeare's Poems, Facing A Lover's Complaint") (Written 1820) Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, 5 The moving waters at their priestlike task 10 Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, James Henry Leigh hunt 1784-1859 TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET (1816) Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, 5 And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, 10 One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong At your clear hearts; and both seem giv'n to earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural songIn doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth. Walter Savage Landor 1775-1864 MILD IS THE PARTING YEAR, AND SWEET (Collected Works, 1846) Mild is the parting year, and sweet Life passes on more rudely fleet, 5 I wait its close, I court its gloom, But mourn that never must there fall Or on my breast or on my tomb The tear that would have sooth'd it all. AH WHAT AVAILS THE SCEPTERED RACE Ah what avails the sceptered race, Rose Aylmer, all were thine, 5 Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes A night of memories and of sighs YES; I WRITE VERSES (From the same) Yes; I write verses now and then, As rather clever: 5 In the last quarter are my eyes, You see it by their form and size; Is it not time then to be wise? Or now or never. Fairest that ever sprang from Eve! 10 While Time allows the short reprieve, Just look at me! would you believe UNIVIE OF CHE 'Twas once a lover? I cannot clear the five-bar gate But, trying first its timber's state, 15 Climb stiffly up, take breath, and wait 20 To trundle over. Thro' gallopade I cannot swing The entangling blooms of Beauty's spring: Be't true or false, Those girls are only half-divine Whose waists yon wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz. 25 I fear that arm above that shoulder, I wish them wiser, graver, older, Sedater, and no harm if colder And panting less. Ah! people were not half so wild 30 In former days, when starchly mild, Upon her high-heel'd Essex smiled The Brave Queen Bess. |