Mosaic Stanzas

When Ajax strivce sonie rocït's vast weight to throw. And heaven s last thunder shakeB Üie worid below. We find a little isle- this Ufe of ïnan, Langh when yon must - be candiel when you'cau. Yon cottager, who weavee at her owu door, When the loud thunders rock the soun&ing shore Soine inute, inglorious Milton here inay rest, Man nover ís, Imt always to bo biest. Silence how dread ! aiid darkness how profonnd ! Let fflll the ciirtain - wheel the sofa round - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, He stole her slipper- fllled it with Tokay. Syphax ! I joy to meet thee thus alone, A youth to fortune and to f ame unknown, Where'er I roam, whatever lands to see, Nor on the ïawn, or by the brook wrb ho. Oh 1 happy peasant ! Oh ! unhappy Bard ! Ttion teil me not that woman'a lot ia hard ; My daughter - once the comfort of my age - With tho dear love I bear to fair Ann Page. The Equlrl, ftippant, pert and full of play, Live while you live, the epiouro would say. One tuth in clear, whatever is is rlght. Better, quoth he. to be half choked than qiüto. Sweet Auburn ! lovelieat vlllage of tho plain ! He shrieked and scrambled, but 'twas all in vaia Laymen have leave to dance when pareons play With aspen boughe, and fiowers, and fennel gay. Plty the sorrows of a poor old man ! In every clime, from Lapland to Japan. 1'il leave this wicked world and climb a tree ! In maiden medltation fancy free. Tis pleasant ihrough the loopholes of retreat (A.ithoïigh, thank heaven, I never boil my meat) To &x oue spark of beaxiteous heavenly ray, Let Hercules himself do what he may. With few associateB, and not wiphing more, Let those laugh now that never laughed before. The good we seldom miss we rarely prtze, Hilla peep o'cr Uilis, and Alpe on AIps arise. The wnves o'ertake them in their serioue play, F.r as the solar walk, or nailky way. ] Tis distance Iend3 enchantment to the view, Tis tme, 'tis pity, an' pity 'tis, 'tis true Lo ! the poor Inclian l whocc WntutoVetl ïnind- Just aa the twig ie bent the tree's Inclined. - A needlees Atesandrlne ends the song, That, likc & wwmeted enake, drags its slow ln$tïi aloo.