ON THE LILY. BOLD Oxlip, and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The Flower-de-luce being one. Of these I lack SHIPWRECKED Upon a kingdom where no pity, KING HENRY VIII. wwwwww. Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow, Yet see how warm they blush! how bright they glow. And gaily the trembling bells peal out, While elves and fairies career about, Oh, roses and lilies are fair to see ; But the wild Blue-bell is the flower for me. LOUISA ANNE TWAMLEY. ON A TIME-PIECE. WITH A FIGURE OF TIME, PLACED NEAR A VASE OF FLOWERS. O PAUSE, Old Time, ere o'er my flowers, And leave, O leave, some lingering hours, Some lingering hours, in which may rise And I may pour some parting sighs, They rise no more-those flowers are shed, They haunt the chambers of the dead, Yet shall arise upon my way, Affection's buds and blossoms fair; The same that in my early day With heavenly fragrance filled the air. They live-they breathe; and on my heart I wear, still wear those cherished flowers; And death alone those ties can part, First woven in my home's sweet bowers. O pause, old Time! for though to thee Yet, in thy course thou hast not seen, And ere I bow beneath thy sway, To bend at duty's hallowed shrine. Then pause, old Time, ere o'er my flowers, And leave, O leave, some lingering hours, FROM THE SACRED OFFERING. THE LILY OF THE VALLEY*. FAIR flower, that, lapt in lowly glade, Art thou that "Lily of the field," He showed to our mistrustful kind Not thus, I trow; for brighter shine Those children of the East: And Tabor's oak-girt crest; *The Editor has taken a liberty (for which the beauty of the language as well as the poetry must plead her excuse) of extracting this piece from " The British Months," a poem in twelve parts, by Dr. MANT, Lord Bishop of Down and Connor, recently published by Mr. Parker, West Strand. |