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With Thought and Love companions of our way-
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL,
AX not the royal Saint with vain expense,
aims the Architect who planned
(Albeit laboring for a scanty band
Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense
And glorious work of fine intelligence!
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore
So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense
My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
With them I take delight in weal
And while I understand and feel
My cheeks have often been bedewed
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them.
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
And from their lessons seek and find
My hopes are with the Dead; anon
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
THE ANGLER'S WISH
IN these flowery meads would be,
I, with my angle, would rejoice,
Sit here, and see the turtle-dove
Or, on that bank, feel the west wind
To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers,
Or a laverock build her nest;
Here, give my weary spirits rest,
And raise my low-pitched thoughts above
Thus, free from lawsuits, and the noise
Or, with my Bryan and a book,
And angle on; and beg to have
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
1 Said by the author to have been written when he was about twelve ears old.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Tell where I lie.
FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by,
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
I have thought of all by turns, and yet do lie
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay,
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Deep caves and dreary main,
Wail, for the world's wrong!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
86 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT 2
1 Sung by "a girl, Pippa, from the silk mills," in Pippa Passes, a drama. 2 The massacre, in 1655, of the Vaudois, or Waldenses, a Christian ommunity living amid the high Alps of Piedmont, in the northwestern art of Italy. This "pious, inoffensive people: dear to the hearts and naginations of all Protestant men" (Carlyle) was in the past repeatedly ubjected to persecution because of its refusal to unite with the Roman Catholic Church-the "triple tyrant" of the poem.