Part 53

30. A couch near to a curtaining, Whose airy texture, from a golden string Floating, into the room permits appear Unveil'd, the summer heaven, blue and clear.

KEATS.

31. Dear to your heart are the scenes of your childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view, The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which your infancy knew.

WOODWORTH.

32. To seek the patient fisher's silent stand, Intent, your angle trembling in your hand; With looks unmoved to lure the scaly breed, And eye the dancing cork and bending reed.

POPE.

33. Converse, which qualifies for solitude, As exercise for salutary rest.

YOUNG--Night Thoughts.

34. GENTLEMAN.--To follow, fleetest of the fleet, The red deer, driven along its native plains, With cry of hound and horn.

WORDSWORTH.

34. LADY.--One wild-flower from the path of love, All lowly though it lie, Is dearer than the wreath that waves To stern ambition's eye.

H. T. TUCKERMAN.

35. The laugh-provoking pun; absurd Though it be, far-fetched, hard to be discern'd, It serves the purpose if it shake our sides.

GRAHAME.

36. You have a wish, and it is this--that in some uncouth glen, It were your lot to find a spot, unknown by selfish men, Where you might be securely free, like eremite of old, From worldly guile, from woman's wile, and friendships brief and cold.

MOTHERWELL.

37. You love the fields, the woods, the streams, The wild-flowers fresh and sweet, And yet you love no less than these The crowded city street; For haunts of men, where'er they be, Awake your deepest sympathy.

MARY HOWITT.

38. Sleep,--soft closer of our eyes, Low murmurer of tender lullabies.

KEATS.

39. You love the sweet Sabbath, that bids in repose The plough in its mid-furrow stand.

DR. GILMAN.

40. Pleasant it is when woods are green, And winds are soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go.

LONGFELLOW.

41. GENTLEMAN.--To beat the surges under you, And ride upon their backs; to tread the water Whose enmity you flung aside, and breast The surge most swollen, that meets you; your bold head 'Bove the contentious waves keeping, and oar Yourself with your good arms, in lusty stroke To the shore.

Tempest.

41. LADY.--Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea, with a dear friend to linger, Beneath the gleams of the silver stars.

SHELLEY.