Part 52

18. The world below hath not for thee Such a fair and glorious sight, As a noble ship on a rippling sea In the clear and full moonlight.

ELIZA COOK.

19. GENTLEMAN.-- A noble horse, With flowing back, firm chest, and fetlocks clean, The branching veins ridging the glossy lean, The mane hung sleekly, the projecting eye That to the stander near looks awfully, The finish'd head in its compactness free, Small, and o'er-arching to the bended knee, The start and snatch, as if he felt the comb, With mouth that flings about the creamy foam, The snorting turbulence, the nod, the champing, The shift, the tossing, and the fiery tramping.

LEIGH HUNT--Rimini.

19. LADY.-- Your witless puss; While many a stroke of fondness glides Along her back and tabby sides, Dilated swells her glossy fur, And softly sings her busy pur; As timing well the equal sound, Her clutching feet bepat the ground, And all their harmless claws disclose Like prickles of an early rose, While softly from her whisker'd cheek The half-closed eyes peer mild and meek.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

20. The tall larch sighing in the burial place, Or willow trailing low its boughs, to hide The gleaming marble.

W. C. BRYANT.

21. The dance, Pleasant with graceful flatteries.

MISS LANDON.

22. You rather look on smiling faces, And linger round a cheerful hearth, Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places, As they peep out upon the earth.

MRS. WELBY.

23. Wreathy shells, with lips of red, On a beach of whiten'd sand.

HOSMER.

24. When to the startled eye the sudden glance Appears far south, eruptive, through the cloud, And following slower, in explosion vast, The thunder raises his tremendous voice.

THOMSON--Seasons.

25. GENTLEMAN.--"'Tis heaven to lounge upon a couch," said Gray, "And read new novels through a rainy day." Add but the Spanish weed, the bard was right.

SPRAGUE.

25. LADY.--Your moralizing knitting-work, whose threads most aptly show How evenly around life's span our busy threads should go; And if a stitch perchance should drop, as life's frail stitches will, How, if we patient take it up, the work will prosper still.

MRS. GILMAN.

26. 'Tis pleasant, by the cheerful hearth, to hear Of tempests, and the dangers of the deep, And pause at times, and feel that we are safe, Then listen to the perilous tale again, And with an eager and suspended soul Woo terror to delight us.

SOUTHEY--Madoc.

27. The moon, Which kisseth every where, with silver lip, Dead things to life.

KEATS.

28. The insect, that when evening comes, Small though he be, and scarce distinguishable, Unsheaths his wings, and through the woods and glades Scatters a marvellous splendor.

ROGERS--Italy.

29. When down the green lane come heart-peals of laughter, For school has sent its eldest inmates forth, And when a smaller band comes dancing after, Filling the air with shouts of infant mirth.

MRS. SCOTT.