The land lies parched in sun,to heaven the air is still, Hushed now upon the harp the golden strings' lost thrill; Aeolian harps our native singers are,and numb Must be their heart, their dying life blood cease to flow, Forever silent be their voice, if longer dumb Their breath be suffocated in this sultry glow!

The blessin's o' Heaven on ye fur not kapin' us starvin' anny longer.

The winds to heaven the curling vapours bore; Ungrateful offering to the immortal powers!

My early mistress, now my ancient Muse, That strong Circæan liquor cease t'infuse, Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth, Now stoop with disenchanted wings to truth; As the dove's flight did guide Aeneas, now May thine conduct me to the golden bough: Tell (like a tall old oak) how learning shoots To heaven her branches, and to hell her roots.

Love is a leveller, and Allah becomes a groom, and heaven a closet, in his daring hymns to his mistress or to his cup-bearer.

If Bacchus could his stragling Mynion Grace with a glorious wreath of shining Starres, Why should not Heaven my Poppaea Crowne?

Or, did not Heaven by its eternal doom Permit those evils, that this good might come?

Their impious march to God's high altar bend, With feet impure the sacred steps ascend; With wine unbless'd the holy chalice stain, Assume the mitre, and the cope profane; 35 To heaven their eyes in mock devotion throw, And to the cross with horrid mummery bow; Adjure by mimic rites the powers above, And plite alternate their Satanic love.

Then, kneeling there by the couch of her child, she uplifted to heaven her face, down which the tears were streaming, and implored God to spare her mother.

Thro' life, thro' death 'twere all the same, and when to heaven our glance we raise, Full in the very heart of bliss thine eyes shall meet my ardent gaze.

"And though to heaven the Lord hath gone, And seems so far away, He hath a smile for every one That doth his voice obey.

Even a decayed oak, "dry and dead, Still clad with reliques of its trophies old, Lifting to heaven its aged hoary head, Whose foot on earth Hath got but feeble hold" even such a tree as Spenser has thus described is strikingly beautiful: decay in this case looks pleasing.

"And though to heaven the Lord hath gone, And seems so far away, He hath a smile for every one That doth his voice obey.

" "I wish to heaven his lordship would cut adrift from his moorings alongside that craft, Captain Cuffe.

Long with wide eye-lids on her Child she gazed, And long to heaven their tearless orbs she raised; 405 Then with quick foot and throbbing heart she found Where Chartreuse open'd deep his holy ground; [Where Chartreuse.

He is allied so high, that he dare call God father, his Saviour brother, heaven his patrimony, and thinks it no presumption to trust to the attendance of angels.

He springshe weeps away his cares, He cries aloud with joy He kneels, he sobs to heaven his prayers, For his redeemed boy.

Even a decayed oak, "dry and dead, Still clad with reliques of its trophies old, Lifting to heaven its aged hoary head, Whose foot on earth Hath got but feeble hold" even such a tree as Spenser has thus described is strikingly beautiful: decay in this case looks pleasing.

Springs aloft a high cathedral; Every arch, like praying arms Upward flung in love's alarms, Knit by clasped hands o'erhead, Heaves to heaven the weight of dread.