She half inclosed me with her arms, 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, I calm'd her fears, and she was calm My bright and beauteous Bride. CCXII ALL FOR LOVE O talk not to me of a name great in story; What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled ? 'Tis but as a dead flower with May-dew besprinkled : Then away with all such from the head that is hoary What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory? Oh fame !—if I e'er took delight in thy praises, story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory. Lord Byron CCXIII THE OUTLAW O Brignall banks are wild and fair, And you may gather garlands there A Maiden on the castle-wall 'O Brignall banks are fresh and fair, 'If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, And if thou canst that riddle read, Then to the green wood shalt thou speed Yet sung she, Brignall banks are fair, I'd rather rove with Edmund there 'I read you, by your bugle-horn I read you for a ranger sworn His blast is heard at merry morn, Yet sung she, Brignall banks are fair, I would I were with Edmund there 'With burnish'd brand and musketoon So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum.' Yet mickle must the maiden dare 'Maiden! a nameless life I lead, The fiend whose lantern lights the mead And when I'm with my comrades met Chorus 'Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Sir W. Scott CCXIV There be none of Beauty's daughters And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: And the lull'd winds seem dreaming: And the midnight moon is weaving So the spirit bows before thee With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. Lord Byron CCXV THE INDIAN SERENADE I arise from dreams of Thee Hath led me-who knows how? The wandering airs they faint O beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass! P. B. Shelley CCXVI She walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, And on that cheek and o'er that brow A heart whose love is innocent. Lord Byron CCXVII She was a Phantom of delight A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; From May-time and the cheerful dawn; To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, Her household motions light and free, |