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PAST AND PRESENT

I

REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups —
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday, -
The tree is living yet !
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing ;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

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 farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

T. Hood

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bound me,

THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS OFT in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me :

The smiles, the tears

Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shone,

Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken !
Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends so link'd together
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,

I feel like one

Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted.

Whose lights are fled

Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed !

Thus in the stilly night

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

T. Moore

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INVOCATION

RA

ARELY, rarely, comest thou,

Spirit of Delight !
Wherefore hast thou left me now

Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.

How shall ever one like me

Win thee back again ?
With the joyous and the free

Thou wilt scoff at pain.
Spirit false ! thou hast forgot
All but those who need thee not.

As a lizard with the shade

Of a trembling leaf,
Thou with sorrow art dismay'd ;

Even the sighs of grief
Reproach thee, that thou art not near,
And reproach thou wilt not hear.

Let me set my mournful ditty

To a merry measure ;
Thou wilt never come for pity,

Thou wilt come for pleasure ;

Pity then will cut away
Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.

I love all that thou lovest,

Spirit of Delight !
The fresh Earth in new leaves drest

And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.

I love snow and all the forms

Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,

Everything almost
Which is Nature's, and may

be Untainted by man's misery.

I love tranquil solitude,

And such society
As is quiet, wise, and good ;

Between thee and me
What diff'rence? but thou dost possess
The things I seek, not love them less.

I love Love — though he has wings,

And like light can flee,
And above all other things,

Spirit, I love thee -
Thou art love and life! O come !
Make once more my heart thy home!

P. B. Shelley

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STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR

NAPLES

THE

'HE sun is warm, the sky is clear,

The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent light :
The breath of the moist air is light
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight-

The winds', the birds', the ocean-floods' —
The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.

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I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown :
I sit upon the sands alone ;
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone

Arises from its measured motion
How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.

Alas ! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that Content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walk'd with inward glory crown'd-
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure ;
Others I see whom these surround -

Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ;
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.

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