AFTER THE STORM WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY AND when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea- A FAIRY IN ARMOR JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE HE put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistledown; The corselet plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak, a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield was the shell of a ladybug green, Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. Swift he bestrode his firefly steed; He bared his blade of the bent grass blue; He drove his spurs of the cockle seed, To skim the heavens, and follow far IN MARCH WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HE cock is crowing, THE The stream is flowing, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated, On the top of the bare hill; The plowboy is whooping-anon - anon. There's life in the fountains; Blue sky prevailing ; The rain is over and gone! VERSES WILLIAM COWPER Supposed to have been written by Alexander Selkirk during his solitary abode in the Island of Juan Fernandez. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, In the ways of religion and truth, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion! What treasures untold Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared. Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Of a land I shall visit no more. How fleet is a glance of the mind, And the swift-wingèd arrows of light. But the sea fowl is gone to her nest, And I to my cabin repair. And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. |