ST. PETER'S AT ROME. Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonize, All musical in its immensities; A LADY'S CHAMBER. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. The chamber carved so curiously, Rich marbles, richer painting, shrines where But they without its light can see flame The lamps of gold, and haughty dome which Carved with figures strange and sweet, vies All made out of the carver's brain, In air with earth's chief structures, though For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain their frame Sits on the firm-set ground, and this the cloud Is fastened to an angel's feet. must claim. The silver lamp burns dead and dim; In This, I fondly hoped to class, A Friend whom Dealk alone could sever But I'm my Has torn thee from my with malignant Grash, Brost forever THIS only grant me, that my means may lie Not from great deeds, but good alone; Rumor can ope the grave. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage more Than palace; and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er 'Tis much immortal beauty to admire, But must not with too near a love adore; LORD EDWARD THURLOW. BEAUTY. FROM "HYMN IN HONOR OF BEAUTY." So every spirit, as it is most pure, Therefore wherever that thou dost behold Yet oft it falls that many a gentle mind With Nature's hand, not Art's; and pleasures Dwells in deformèd tabernacle drowned, yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field. This is frequently attributed to William Byrd. Bartlett, how ever, gives it to Sir Edward Dyer, referring to Hannah's Courtly Poets as authority; so, also, Ward, in his English Poets, Vol. I, 1880. Either by chance, against the course of kind, Or through unaptnesse in the substance found, Which it assumed of some stubborne ground, That will not yield unto her form's direction, But is performed with some foul imperfection. |