A LAND DIRGE J. WEBSTER CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren, The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm; ARIEL'S SONG W. SHAKESPEARE FULL fathom five thy father lies; Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them, Ding-dong, bell! ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT J. MILTON AVENGE, O Lord! Thy slaughtered saints, whose bones J. FLETCHER ASPATIA'S SONG LAY a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; My love was false, but I was firm Upon my buried body lie CRABBED Age and Youth Youth like summer morn, W. SHAKESPEARE Youth is nimble, Age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and Age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; Youth, I do adore thee; O, my Love, my Love is young! O, sweet shepherd, hie thee! For methinks thou stay'st too long. |