And, stricken by an angel's hand, WA no!) 6ne Sira This mortal armour that I wear, ning This weight and size, this heart and eyes, Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air. The clouds are broken in the sky,wh Swells up, and shakes and falls. So pass I hostel, hall, and grange; I Honey e dove I medTe EDWARD GRAY SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me :- Galahad Edward Ellen Adair she loved me well, hs Gray báð Against her father's and mother's will: To-day I sat for an hour and wept, werd By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill, Shy she was, and I thought her cold; Thought her proud, and fled over the sea; Fill'd I was with folly and spite, peab ad f When Ellen Adair was dying for me. 'Cruel, cruel the words I said!u diawk I There I put my face in the grass-ERS Then I took a pencil, and wrote "Here lies the body of Ellen Adair; 'Love may come, and love e may gomd rauw& And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree; But I will love no more, no more, svart he à 4 Bitterly wept I over the stone Bitterly weeping I turn'd away: hustid There lies the body of Ellen Adair! And there the heart of Edward Gray!' WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL andle MONOLOGUE MADE AT THE COCK O PLUMP head-waiter at The Cock, How goes the time? "Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port: But let it not be such as that You set before chance-comers, But such whose father-grape grew fat. On Lusitanian summers. No vain libation to the Muse, But may she still be kind, And whisper lovely words, and use To make me write my random rhymes Ere they be half-forgotten; Nor add and alter, many times, Till all be ripe and rotten. I pledge her, and she comes and dips de And lays it thrice upon my lips, These favour'd lips of mine; vts! I Will Water I pledge her silent at the board; proof's Lyrical Monologue And the I felt Old wishes, ghosts of broken plans, Thro❞ su gotoño M 2000 od as opiew-head grus O hour of summer suns, many an By many pleasant ways, Like Hezekiah's, backward runs I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, no Unboding critic-pen,lite oria ver que Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men, pulak te T Ah yet, tho' all the world forsake,balq I Let there be thistles, there are grapes; dinom slowl This earth is rich in man and maid; With fair horizons bound: This whole wide earth of light and shade High over roaring Temple-bar, I look at redlo 10 as blo e A Head-waiter, honour'd by the guest The pint, you brought me, was the best But tho' the port surpasses praise, For since I came to live and learn, H No pint of white or red Had ever half the power to turn cod bich This wheel within my head, Will -Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue |