His household gods were broken. He had no HYPERION. home. Yet oft I dream, that once a wife Close in my heart was locked, A blessed child I rocked. And when I see that lock of gold, I wish that I were dead. THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR, Translated from the German of Pfizer. What else remains for me? Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life. THE MASQUE OF PANDOra. JULY 30. This journey is written in my memory with a sunbeam. We were a company whom chance had thrown together, - different in ages, humors, and pursuits, and yet so merrily the days went by, in sunshine, wind, or rain, that methinks some lucky star must have ruled the hour that brought us five so auspiciously together. OUTRE-MER. Never from my heart has faded quite Its memory, that, like a summer sunset, Encircles with a ring of purple light All the horizon of my youth. THE GOLDEN LEgend. The same object, seen from three different points of view, the Past, the Present, and the Future,often exhibits three different faces to us; like those sign-boards over shop-doors, which represent the face of a lion as we approach, of a man when we are in front, and of an ass when we have passed. KAVANAGH. Go to the damsel Priscilla, the loveliest maiden of Plymouth, Say that a blunt old Captain, a man not of words but of actions, Offers his hand and his heart, the hand and heart of a soldier. 'T was but a dream, let it pass, like so many others! What I thought was a flower, is only a weed, and is worthless! THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH. WOODSTOCK PARK. HERE in a little rustic hermitage Alfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great, Uprising in the strength and flush of youth, |