And CARA! CARA! loud encore. The pleasure scarcely was diminish'd; He liv'd it o'er again in talk; In words by day, in dreams by night. Was the chief good of that fam'd Grecian. And talk philosophy in bowers, Or, in the covert of a wood, To descant on the sovereign good, Might be the notion of their founder, A Dinner is their summum bonum; More like you'll find such sparks as these TO EPICURUS' deities; Like them, they mix not with affairs, But loll and laugh at human cares. BOWLES. RETURN TO OXFORD. CHERWELL. CHERWELL! how pleased along thy willow'd edge Or Evening glimmer'd o'er the sighing sedge, Of joy beam out, as when HEAVEN'S humid bow Whate'er betide, yet something have I won Till Eve's dim hand shall close the sinking scene. ON THE RHINE. "TWAS morn, and beautiful the mountains' brow,Hung with the clusters of the bending vineShone in the early light, when on the RHINE We sail'd, and heard the waters round the prow In murmurs parting; varying as we go, Rocks after rocks come forward and retire, As some grey convent-wall, or sunlit spire Starts up, along the banks, unfolding slow. Here castles, like the prisons of despair, Frown as we pass!-There, on the vineyard's side, While GRIEF, forgetful amid scenes so fair, THE CELL OF THE MISSIONARY. FRONTING the ocean, but beyond the ken Upon its roof of reeds appear'd a cross, The porch within was lin'd with mantling moss; A crucifix and hour-glass, on each side-- This, to impress how soon life's race is o'er; And that, to lift our hopes where time shall be no more. O'er the rude porch, with wild and gadding stray, The clust'ring copu weav'd its trellis gay: Two mossy pines, high bending, interwove Their aged and fantastic arms above. In front, amid the gay surrounding flowers, A dial counted the departing hours, On which the sweetest light of summer shone,-- "To count, with passing shade, the hours, I plac'd the dial 'mid the flowers, Its pensive moral to thy heart!" Just heard to trickle through a covert near, A fount, like rain-drops, filter'd through the stone, And, gem-like, hovering o'er the violets blue, |