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And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line,

That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was mine.

Again, and once again, did I repeat the song;

"Nay" said I, "more than half to the damsel must belong,

"For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such a

tone, "That I almost received her heart into my own."

Wordsworth.

66. —PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED.

It chanced upon a winter's day,

But warm, and bright, and calm as May,

The birds, conceiving a design

To forestall sweet St. Valentine,

In many an orchard, copse and grove,

Assembled on affairs of love,

And with much twitter and much chatter,

Began to agitate the matter.

At length a Bullfinch, who could boast

More years and wisdom than the most,

Entreated, opening wide his beak,

A moment's liberty to speak;

And silence publicly enjoin'd,

Deliver'd briefly thus his mind:

"My friends! be cautious how ye treat

"The subject upon which we meet;

"I fear we shall have winter yet."

A finch, whose tongue knew no control,

With golden wing and satin poll,

A last year's bird, who ne'er had tried

What pairing means, thus pert replied:

"Methinks the gentleman," quoth she,

"Opposite in the apple tree,

"By his good will would keep us single

"Till yonder heaven and earth shall mingle,

"Or, (which is likelier to befall)

"Till death exterminate us all.

"I couple without more ado;

"My dear Dick Redcap, what say you?"

Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling,

Turning short round, strutting and sidling,

Attested glad his approbation

Of an immediate conjugation.

Their sentiments so well express'd

Influenced mightily the rest;

All pair'd and each pair built a nest.

But though the birds were thus in haste,

The leaves came on not quite so fast,

And Destiny, that sometimes bears

An aspect stern on man's affairs,

Not altogether smiled on theirs.

The wind, of late breath'd gently forth,

Now shifted east, and east by north;

Bare trees and shrubs but ill, you know,

Could shelter them from rain and snow,

Stepping into their nests, they paddled,

Themselves were chill'd their eggs were addled.

Soon every father bird and mother

Grew quarrelsome, and peck'd each other.

Parted without the least regret,

Except that they had ever met,

And learn'd in future to be wiser

Than to neglect a good adviser.

Cowper. 67. — AULD ROBIN GRAY.

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
And a' the warld to rest are gane,
The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my ee,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;
But saving a crown he had nothing else beside:
To make the crown a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea;
And the crown and the pund were baith for me.

He had'na been awa' a week but only twa,
When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa;
My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea—
And Auld Robin Gray came a-courtin' me.

My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin;
I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win:
Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his ee
Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!

My heart it said nay; I look'd for Jamie back;
But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrak;
His ship it was a wrak—why didna Jamie dee?
Or why do I live to cry, Wae's me?

My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak;
But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break:
They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea;
Sae Auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me.

I hadna been a' wife a week but only four,
When mournfu' as I sat an the stone at the door,
I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he—
Till he said, I'm came hame to marry thee.

O sair, sair did we greet, muckle did we say;
We took but ae kiss, and I bad him gang away;
I wish that I were dead, but I'm no like to dee;
And why was I born to say, Wae's me!

I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;
I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin;
But I'll do my best a gude wife aye to be,
For Auld Robin Gray he is kind unto me.

Lady A. Lindsay.

68. —THE DAFFODILS.

I Wandbe'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;

Beside a lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced ; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;

A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:

I gazed and gazed, but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye,

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Wordsworth. 69. — ALEXANDER SELKIRK.

I Am monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute;

From the centre hll round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.

0 Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?

Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.

1 am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech,

I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain,

My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man,

Their tamenesss is shocking to me.

Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestow'd upon man, O, had I the wings of a dove,

How soon would I taste you again! My sorrows I then might assuage

In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,

And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.

Religion ! what treasure untold

Resides in the heavenly word! More precious than silver and gold,

Or all that this earth can afford, But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard Never sigh'd at the sound of a knell,

Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd.

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