CVII. With evening came the banquet and the wine; Attuned by voices more or less divine (My heart or head aches with the memory yet). The four Miss Rawbolds in a glee would shine; But the two youngest loved more to be set Down to the harp-because to Music's charms They added graceful necks, white hands and arms. CVIII. Sometimes a dance (though rarely on field days, Of charms that should or should not be admired. CIX. The politicians, in a nook apart, Discussed the World, and settled all the spheres: A moment's good thing may have cost them years And then, even then, some bore may make them lose it. angler merely thinks of his dish of fish; he has no leisure to take his eyes from off the streams, and a single bite is worth to him more than all the scenery around. Besides, some fish bite best on a rainy day. The whale, the shark, and the tunny fishery have somewhat of noble and perilous in them; even net fishing, trawling, etc., are more humane and useful. But angling!-no angler can be a good man. "One of the best men I ever knew, -as humane, delicate-minded, generous, and excellent a creature as any in the world,-was an angler: true, he angled with painted flies, and would have been incapable of the extravagancies of I. Walton." The above addition was made by a friend in reading over the MS."Audi alteram partem."-I leave it to counter-balance my own observation. CX. But all was gentle and aristocratic In this our party; polished, smooth, and cold, As Phidian forms cut out of marble Attic. There now are no Squire Westerns, as of old; And our Sophias are not so emphatic, But fair as then, or fairer to behold: We have no accomplished blackguards, like Tom Jones, But gentlemen in stays, as stiff as stones. CXI. They separated at an early hour; That is, ere midnight—which is London's noon: Peace to the slumbers of each folded flower May the rose call back its true colour soon! 1. B. Fy. 19th 1823.-[MS.] CANTO THE FOURTEENTH. I. 1 IF from great Nature's or our own abyss 1 Of Thought we could but snatch a certainty, Much as old Saturn ate his progeny ; II. But System doth reverse the Titan's breakfast, You bind yourself, and call some mode the best one. III. For me, I know nought; nothing I deny, "Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be." An age may come, Font of Eternity, When nothing shall be either old or new. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, IV. A sleep without dreams, after a rough day V. "T is round him-near him-here-there-everywhereAnd there's a courage which grows out of fear, Perhaps of all most desperate, which will dare The worst to know it :-when the mountains rear VI. 'T is true, you don't-but, pale and struck with terror, To the unknown; a secret prepossession, To plunge with all your fears-but where? You know not, And that's the reason why you do—or do not. VII. But what's this to the purpose? you will say. 1. [With this open mind with regard to the future, compare Charles Kingsley's “reverent curiosity" (Letters and Memoirs, etc., 1883, p. 349).] For which my sole excuse is 't is my way; This narrative is not meant for narration, But a mere airy and fantastic basis, To build up common things with common places. VIII. You know, or don't know, that great Bacon saith, "Fling up a straw, 't will show the way the wind blows;" 1 And such a straw, borne on by human breath, Is Poesy, according as the Mind glows; A paper kite which flies 'twixt Life and Death, A shadow which the onward Soul behind throws: IX. The World is all before me 2-or behind; Until I fairly knocked it up with rhyme. X. I have brought this world about my ears, and eke 1. ["We usually try which way the wind bloweth, by casting up grass or chaff, or such light things into the air."-Bacon's Natural History, No. 820, Works, 1740, iii. 168.] 2. ["The World was all before them." Paradise Lost, bk. xii. line 646.] |