...wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. SONG. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide,...

...My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim, And I am all aweary of my life. TENNYSON. The Rose. Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me,...thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide,...

...to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir"d, And not blush so to be admired. Then die,...

...care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, out flics the wind. • o N o. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide,...

...wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. io H a. t Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. VOL. in. O Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts...

...go ; For all we know Of what the blessed do above, Is that they sing, and that they love. SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me,...thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men ahide,...

...liv'd than love. THE ROSE. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, Tell her, that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied; That hadst...sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncoramended died. Small is the worth Of beauty, from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer...

...allowing for a greater mixture of fancy and sentiment, is Waller'* beautiful Address to the Rose. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, • When I resemble her to t^iee, How sweet and fair she seems to be, &c. It concludes thus, Then die ! that she The common fate...

...How sweet and fair she seems to be. • > Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the wprth Of bëauty from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir'd ; And not...

...l'amour. *Vas, aimable rose, dis à celle qui néglige' son tems et moi } qu'à présent elle doit savoir, "When I resemble her to thee ; How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd , That hadst thou sprung In deserts , where no men...