The Christian Scholar By the Author of "The Cathedral" [i.e. Isaac Williams] |
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The Christian Scholar | ||
182
ANACREON.
TO THE GRASSHOPPER.
“Grasshopper, that springest
On the high tree-tops,
Like a king thou singest,
Drinking dewy drops.
On the high tree-tops,
Like a king thou singest,
Drinking dewy drops.
“Hail to thee, blithe being,
Thine are all the fields,
All thou thence art seeing,
All the woodland yields.
Thine are all the fields,
All thou thence art seeing,
All the woodland yields.
“Thou the ploughman cheerest
Harmless round his feet;
Welcome guest appearest,
Summer's prophet sweet.
Harmless round his feet;
Welcome guest appearest,
Summer's prophet sweet.
“Loved of all the Muses,
And Apollo's choice,
Who in thee infuses
A melodious voice.
And Apollo's choice,
Who in thee infuses
A melodious voice.
“Free from age and sorrow,
Full of song and mirth,
Careless of the morrow,
Like the Gods on earth.”
Full of song and mirth,
Careless of the morrow,
Like the Gods on earth.”
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ON THE SAME.
Happy for thy spirit,
Bard of love and wine,
Could it but inherit
Such a life divine.
Bard of love and wine,
Could it but inherit
Such a life divine.
That glad insect creature,
Singing on the tree,
True to its own nature
Carols joyously.
Singing on the tree,
True to its own nature
Carols joyously.
As we die to-morrow
Let us eat and drink,
Cast away all sorrow
Even to the brink!
Let us eat and drink,
Cast away all sorrow
Even to the brink!
Yes, hadst thou not given,
In thine heart to dwell,
Something form'd for Heaven,
Something fit for Hell.
In thine heart to dwell,
Something form'd for Heaven,
Something fit for Hell.
Thou hast not, blithe singer,
Aught that is within,
Which uplifts the finger,
And reproves of sin.
Aught that is within,
Which uplifts the finger,
And reproves of sin.
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As like thee we perish
So might sing and shine,
Did we only cherish
Innocence like thine.
So might sing and shine,
Did we only cherish
Innocence like thine.
The Christian Scholar | ||