Blessings be with them, and eternal praise-
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares-
The Poets, who'on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays."

The Editor wishes to put on record his great obligation to those living Authors who have kindly permitted extracts to be made from their works, the insertion of which has much increased the beauty of this collection. Especially his thanks are due to Mr. Moxon, "the Poets' Bookseller," whose kindness, in giving leave for the use of Poems in which he is interested, has been of the greatest value.

The Poets.

The Lord of Burleigh.

In her ear he whispers gaily,
"If my heart by signs can tell,
Maiden, I have watched thee daily,
And I think thou lovest me well."
She replies, in accents fainter,
"There is none I love like thee."
He is but a landscape painter,
And a village maiden she.
He to lips, that fondly falter,

Presses his without reproof;
Leads her to the village altar,

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And they leave her father's roof.

'I can make no marriage present;

Little can I give my wife,

Love will make our cottage pleasant,

And I love thee more than life."

They by parks and lodges going
See the lordly castles stand:
Summer woods, about them blowing,
Made a murmur in the land.
From deep thought himself he rouses,
Says to her that loves him well,
"Let us see these handsome houses
Where the wealthy nobles dwell."

So she goes by him attended,
Hears him lovingly converse,
Sees whatever fair and splendid

Lay betwixt his home and her's;
Parks with oak and chestnut shady,
Parks and ordered gardens great,
Ancient homes of lord and lady,

Built for pleasure and for state.
All he shows her makes him dearer :
Evermore she seems to gaze
On that cottage growing nearer,

Where they twain will spend their days. O but she will love him truly!

He shall have a cheerful home;
She will order all things duly,
When beneath his roof they come.
Thus her heart rejoices greatly,
Till a gateway she discerns
With armorial bearings stately,
And beneath the gate she turns;

Sees a mansion more majestic

Than all those she saw before:

Many a gallant gay domestic

Bows before him at the door.
And they speak in gentle murmur,
When they answer to his call,
While he treads with footstep firmer.
Leading on from hall to hall.
And, while now she wonders blindly,
Nor the meaning can divine,
Proudly turns he round and kindly,

"All of this is mine and thine,"