71.—WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense Wordsworth. 72. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, You would abhor to do me wrong, And found a supper somewhere else. Cowper. 73.—INCIDENT; CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVORITE DOG. On his morning rounds the master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and cattle eyes with care; And for silence, or for talk, He hath comrades in his walk; Four dogs, each of a different breed, See a hare before him started; Off they fly in earnest chase; All the four are in the race! Deep the river was and crusted Thinly by a one night's frost; But the nimble hare hath trusted Breaks, and the greyhound Dart is overhead! Better fate have Prince and Swallow See them cleaving to the sport! Music has no heart to follow, Little Music, she stops short. She hath neither wish nor heart, Hers is now another part: A loving creature she, and brave! And fondly strives her struggling friend to save. From the brink her paws she stretches, Very hands as you would say! And afflicting moans she fetches, Makes efforts with complaining; nor gives o'er, Wordsworth. 74.-THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE. BUT are ye sure the news is true? And are ye sure he's weel? Is this a time to think o' wark? For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck about the house, When our gudeman's awa'. Is this a time to think o' wark, Rax down my cloak-I'll to the quay, Rise up, and make a clean fireside, Put on the mickle pot; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, Mak' a' their shoon as black as sloes, It's a' to pleasure our gudeman- There are twa hens into the crib, Mak' haste and thraw their necks about, And gie to me my bigonet 1 My bishop's satin gown; For I maun tell the baillie's wife Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth his tongue, His breath's like caller2 air; His very foot hae music in't, As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought 1 little cap. 2 fresh. weep. There's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There's nae luck about the house, When our gudeman's away. Mickle. 75.-A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And tends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys, Away the good ship flies, and leaves "Oh! for a soft and gentle wind!" But give to me the swelling breeze, There's tempest in hornèd moon, yon And lightning in yon cloud: And hark, the music, mariners!— The wind is wakening loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free; The hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. A. Cunningham. |