COUNTY GUY. From QUENTIN Durward. 1 Sir Walter Scott. АH! County Guy the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, The village maid steals through the shade, To beauty shy, by lattice high, The star of Love, all stars above, TO A CHILD OF QUALITY. FIVE YEARS OLD, 1704; THE AUTHOR SUPPOS'D FORTY. Matthew Prior. LORDS, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band, 1 County, count or lord. My pen among the rest I took, Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires, and look The power they have to be obey'd. Nor quality, nor reputation, Forbid me yet my flame to tell, For, while she makes her silkworms beds She may receive and own my flame, For, though the strictest prude should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet. Then too, alas! when she shall tear The lines some younger rival sends, She'll give me leave to write, I fear, For, as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordain'd, (would Fate but mend it!) That I shall be past making love, When she begins to comprehend it. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. Lord Byron. SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; One shade the more, one ray the less, Or softly lightens o'er her face; And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! O NIGHTINGALE! THOU SURELY ART. William Wordsworth. O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art A creature of a "fiery heart":— they pierce and pierce; Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Of shades, and dews, and silent night; I heard a Stock-dove sing or say He did not cease; but cooed — and cooed; Of serious faith, and inward glee; That was the Song - the Song for me! RECOLLECTIONS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL. Charles Lamb. To comfort the desponding parent with the thought, that, without diminishing the stock which is imperiously demanded to furnish the more pressing and homely wants of our nature, he has disposed of one or more perhaps out of a numerous offspring, under the shelter of a care scarce less tender than the paternal, where not only their bodily cravings shall be supplied, but that mental pabulum1 is also dispensed, which He hath declared to be no less necessary to our sustenance, who 1 pabulum, food, nourishment. said, that "man shall not live by bread alone": for this Christ's Hospital unfolds her bounty. Here, neither on the one hand are the youth lifted up above their family, which we must suppose liberal, though reduced; nor on the other hand, are they liable to be depressed below its level by the mean habits and sentiments which a common charity school generates. It is, in a word, an Institution to keep those who have yet held up their heads in the world from sinking; to keep alive the spirit of a decent household, when poverty was in danger of crushing it; to assist those who are the most willing, but not always the most able, to assist themselves: to separate a child from his family for a season, in order to render him back hereafter with feelings and habits more congenial to it than he could even have attained by remaining at home in the bosom of it. It is a preserving and renovating principle, an antidote for the res angusta domi,2 when it presses, as it always does, most heavily upon the most ingenuous natures. This is Christ's Hospital; and whether its character would be improved by confining its advantages to the very lowest of the people, let those judge who have witnessed the looks, the gestures, the behavior, the manner of their play with one another, their deportment towards strangers, the whole aspect and physiognomy of that vast assemblage of boys on the London foundation, who freshen and make alive again with their sports the else mouldering cloisters of the old Grey Friars which strangers who have never witnessed them, if they pass through Newgate Street or by Smithfield, would do well to go a little out of their way to see. For the Christ's Hospital boy feels that he is no charityboy; he feels it in the antiquity and regality of the foundation to which he belongs; in the usage which he meets with 2 the res angusta domi, narrow means, poverty. |