THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.

WE

We watched her breathing through the night,

Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life

Kept heaving to and fro.

The Death-Bed.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied ;
We thought her dying when she slept,

And sleeping when she died.

Ibid.

And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.

The Seasons.

When he is forsaken,

Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die ?

Ballad.

It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives. *

Song of the Shirt.
My tears must stop, for every drop,
Hinders needle and thread.

Ibid.

And there is ev'n a happiness
That makes the heart afraid. Ode to Melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in Melancholy.

Ibid.

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high ;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 't is little joy
To know I'm further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.

I Remember, I Remember.
Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.

Miss Kilmansegg

* It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives.

Scott. The Antiquary. Chap. xi.

Gold ! Gold! Gold! Gold !
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Her Moral.

Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould.

Ibid.

How widely its agencies vary-
'To save-to ruin—to curse to bless-
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.

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Ibid.

Oh ! would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now

And have a good cry! A Table of Errata.

BRYAN W. PROCTER.

THE

'HE sea ! the sea ! the open sea !

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

The Sea.

I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.

Ibid.

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SAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1855.

A

GUARDIAN-ANGEL o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Human Life.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ;
And feeling hearts-touch them but lightly-pour
A thousand melodies unheard before ! Human Life.

Then, never less alone than when alone.*

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves, - not dead, but gone before, --He gathers round him.

Ibid.

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear ;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,

With many a fall, shall linger near.

A Wish.

That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,
That law preserves the earth a sphere
And guides the planets in their course.

To a Tear.

She was good as she was fair.
None-none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are,
To know her was to love her.+

Jacqueline. St. 1.

* Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset.-CICERO. De Officiis. Lib. iii. cap 1.

+ To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever.

BURNS. Bonnie Lesley. I will, if you please, take you to the house, and introduce you to its worthy master, whom to know is to love.-SIR HUMPHRY Davy. Salmonia. Eighth Day. None knew thee but to love thee.

HALLECK. On the Death of Drake.

Take away the sword, States can be saved without it.

Ibid.

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As-fail.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

LOVE took up the harp of Life, and smote on all

its chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling passed in music out of sight.

Locksley Hall.