THE SHADOW MELANCHOLY From "The Nice Valor" I you vain delights, melancholy, Melancholy! ded arms, and fixed eyes, piercing mortifies, fastened to the ground, ined up without a sound! ds and pathless groves, pale passion loves! alks, when all the fowls housed save bats and owls! bell, a parting groan! sounds we feed upon; ur bones in a still gloomy valley; inty sweet as lovely melancholy. John Fletcher [1579-1625] N MELANCHOLY o Lethe, neither twist ight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; ale forehead to be kissed , ruby grape of Proserpine; rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, She dwells with Beauty-Beauty that must die; Veiled Melancholy has her sovereign shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine: His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. John Keats [1795-1821] THE RAINY DAY THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; Hush! hush! thou trembling lyre, And thou, mellifluous lute, For man soon breathes his last, And all his music mute. Then, when the gale is sighing, O, let us think of those Whose cup of grief runs o'er. Henry Neele [1798-1828] SORROW COUNT each affliction, whether light or grave, Or mar thy hospitality; no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief should be, Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate; Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free; Strong to consume small troubles; to commend Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end. Aubrey Thomas De Vere [1814-1902] O TIME! Who know'st a lenient hand to lay Pain y only hope at last, 3155 n thou hast dried the bitter tear in o'er all my soul held dear, < on every sorrow past, peaceful evening with a smile: rd, at day's departing hour, beam, of the transient shower gh its wings are wet the while:much must that poor heart endure, from thee, and thee alone, a cure! William Lisle Bowles [1762-1850] GRIEF ss grief is passionless; Incredulous of despair, anguish, through the midnight air od's throne in loud access eproach. Full desertness, tries, lieth silent-bare hing, vertical eye-glare eavens. Deep-hearted man, express in silence like to death umental statue set h and moveless woe to the dust beneath. rble eyelids are not wet: could arise and go. Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861] PAIN purposeless and gray hd all its woe, we say, 1 men at length set free, with foolish, pain-dimmed eyes |