166 VINTAGE SONG. With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple stainéd mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, KEATS. THE GRAPE-HARVEST. WEET is the vintage when the showering grapes Purple and gushing. BYRON. VINTAGE SONG. HE Rhine! the Rhine! the Rhine! Close the glad labours of the day, Beside the castled Rhine: The Rhine! the Rhine! the Rhine! CONSOLATION Nor hear such glorious revelry. As when, with dance, and sport, and song. The Rhine! the Rhine! the Rhine! Miss MITFORD. CONSOLATION. H, weep no more, sweet mother, Then the bright blue sky is joyful, And I can see, sweet mother, But now the wind goes wailing O'er the dark and trackless deep; And I know your grief, sweet mother, Though I only hear you weep. My father's ship will come, mother, N winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common ; Meant to express some feelings of their own; Adore thee present, or lament thee lost. A CREEPING PLANT. And thus I went, lamenting, when I saw A plant upon the river's margin lie, Like one who loved beyond his nature's law, I bore it to my chamber, and I planted It in a vase full of the lightest mould; The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant, and from it grew And every impulse sent to every part Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong, For one wept o'er it, all the winter long, Tears, pure as heaven's rain, which fell upon it 169 170 AN ITALIAN NOON. Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song Mixed with the stringed melodies that won it To leave the gentle lips on which it slept, Had loosed the heart of him who sat and wept. SHELLEY. A METAPHOR. ND Love he sent to bind The disunited tendrils of that vine Which bears the wine of life, the human heart. AN ITALIAN NOON. OON descends around me now: Or an air-dissolvéd star Mingling light and fragrance, far Fills the overflowing sky; And the plains that silent lie Underneath, the leaves unsodden Where the infant frost has trodden With his morning-winged feet, Whose bright print is gleaming yet; SHELLEY. |