There is no dimming, no effacement there; Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. DANIEL WEBSTER. AULD LANG SYNE SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary foot For auld lang syne, etc. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, etc. And here's a hand, my trusty fier, And gie 's a hand o' thine; And we 'll tak a right guid-willie waught For auld lang syne, etc. And surely ye 'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine; And we 'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, etc. ROBERT BUrns. OUR SISTER HER face was very fair to see, It had no roses, but the hue Of lilies lustrous with their dew Her very soul seem'd shining through! Her quiet nature seem'd to be Of solemn woods. The rills that beat In the great Master's steps went she The casual gazer could not guess Yet ah! what precious things lay hid What fancies chaste, and loves, that grew True woman was she day by day HORATIO NELSON POWERS. WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER We have been friends together, In sunshine and in shade; Since first beneath the chestnut-trees In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laugh'd at little jests; Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together,- O'er the grass-grown graves where slumber'd The voices which were silent there O, what shall part us now? CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON. TO THOMAS MOORE My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; Here's a double health to thee! Here's a sigh to those who love me, Though the ocean roar around me, Were 't the last drop in the well, 'T is to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, peace to thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore ! LORD BYRON. IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BACK to the flower-town, side by side, New-born, the bridegroom and the bride, Freedom and spring. The sweet land laughs from sea to sea, Fill'd full of sun; All things come back to her, being free; In many a tender wheaten plot Live, and old suns revive; but not By this white wandering waste of sea, One face shall never turn to me Shall never smile and turn and rest Nor one most sacred hand be prest I came as one whose thoughts half linger, The youngest to the eldest singer I found him whom I shall not find In holiest age our mightiest mind, But thou, if anything endure, O spirit that man's life left pure, Not with disdain of days that were Let dreams revive the reverend hair, Come back in sleep, for in the life We find none like thee. Time and strife Move thee no more; but love at least And reverent heart May move thee, royal and releast, Soul, as thou art. And thou, his Florence, to thy trust Keep safe his dedicated dust, His sacred sleep. So shall thy lovers, come from far, As morning-star with evening-star ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE GREEN be the turf above thee, Tears fell, when thou wert dying, When hearts whose truth was proven, And I, who woke each morrow It should be mine to braid it While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free; The grief is fix'd too deeply That mourns a man like thee. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. A SOLDIER-POET WHERE swell the songs thou shouldst have sung Where bloom the smiles thy ready tongue Would call to lips that loved thee so ? On what far shore of being toss'd, And strike again the lyre we lost By Rappahannock's troubled wave? |