IV. To a Lady. THE adorning thee with so much art 'Tis but the poisoning of the dart V. As when a shepherd of the Hebrid isles, Then, all at once, in air dissolves the wondrous show. Thomson. IV. ORNARIS tanta nimis, heu! crudeliter arte, W. B. T. J. V. Vita fugax. QUALIS ubi Hebudiæ pastor de vertice rupis, Saxosive super culmina nuda jugi, Aut videt, aut vidisse putat (seu credula fallit Haud aliter mortis fugiunt evanida in umbras His itaque ut brevibus fruere, æternam esse memento, Quæ post has tenebras est oritura dies. G. VI. Blanche of Beban's Song. THEY bid me sleep, they bid me pray, I cannot pray in Highland tongue. 'T was thus my hair they bade me braid, They bade me to the church repair; It was my bridal morn, they said, And my true-love would meet me there: That drowned in blood the morning smile! I only waked to sob and scream. Scott. VI. Blancæ Debanensis Cantiuncula. MONTICOLE dormire jubent, Superosque precari, Conderet ut tristem nox mihi summa diem. Heu! cito blanditi fugientia somnia visi! B. VII. Isabel and Lorenzo. FAIR Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the selfsame mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some malady; They could not sit at meals but feel how well It soothed each to be the other by ; They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep, But to each other dream and nightly weep. With every morn their love grew tenderer, To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill, He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch, Before the door had given her to his eyes; And from her chamber window he would catch Her beauty farther than the falcon spies ; And constant as her vespers would he watch, Because her face was turned to the same skies; And with sick longing all the night outwear, To hear her morning step upon the stair. Keats |