Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . l pleader. Is it not the cap., in short, which one might fairly count an Epic upon Friendship, Love, Law, Beauty, and the Fountain ? Benchers, guard the spot in which the Fountain flashes brightly :— Mr. Abraham, go find a site less sightly. (Mind, no spoiling Kings Bench Walk, quadrangle quaint, where trees are ;No pert elevation there, in style as dead as Csesar !)Be your praise, O Benchers, sung by city-dwelling as winged horse and lamb s
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . l pleader. Is it not the cap., in short, which one might fairly count an Epic upon Friendship, Love, Law, Beauty, and the Fountain ? Benchers, guard the spot in which the Fountain flashes brightly :— Mr. Abraham, go find a site less sightly. (Mind, no spoiling Kings Bench Walk, quadrangle quaint, where trees are ;No pert elevation there, in style as dead as Csesar !)Be your praise, O Benchers, sung by city-dwelling as winged horse and lamb shall decorate your portals !Company in Upper Hall, ye miscellaneous diners,Reading men, and rowing men. Queens Counsel, swells, and liners,—Pledge me straight the Benchers all, and pledge them in a brimmer :—May their lives be gladdened by the Fountains pleasant shimmer ;May their shadows not be less while hereabout they linger,Holding friendly button with communicative finger ;May the Fountain, ages hence, keep babbling still their praises ;Babbling, too, of pastures green, lambs, lovers walks, and daisies. I <-/- 73 X X. e/ ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROOK I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally,And sparkle out among the fern To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town,And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philips farm 1 flowTo join the brimming river : For men may come, and men may I go on for ever. ^^ ^ ?i) Cu A I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I babble into eddying bays,I bubble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fretBy many a field and fallow. And many a fairy foreland setWith willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river : For men may come, and men may go,But I go on for ever. 1 wind about, and in and out,With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty here and there a grayling ;274
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