Sweet basil and mignonette?

Embleming love and health, which

never yet

In the same wreath might be.

Alas! and they are wet!

Is it with thy kisses or thy tears?

For never rain or dew

Such fragrance drew

From plant or flower- the very doubt endears

My sadness ever new,

The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. Send the stars light, but send not love to me, In whom love ever made

Health like a heap of embers soon to fade.

Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear? Oh thou quick heart which pantest to possess All that pale expectation feigneth fair!

Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest

Oh, whither hasten ye, that thus ye press,

With such swift feet, life's green and pleasant

path,

Seeking, alike from happiness and woe,
A refuge in the cavern of gray death?
O heart, and mind, and thoughts, what thing

do you

Hope to inherit in the grave below?

Time

NFATHOMABLE Sea! whose

waves are years,

Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe

Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow

Claspest the limits of mortality!

And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable Sea?

and Doubt

UCH hope, as is the sick despair

of good,

Such fear, as is the certainty of

ill,

Such doubt, as is pale Expectation's food Turned while she tastes to poison, when the

All human things built in contempt of man,And sanguine thrones and impious altars

quaked,

Prisons and citadels. .

The tempestuous oceans awake one another,

And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne,

When the clarion of the Typhoon is

blown.

II.

From a single cloud the lightning flashes,
Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around,
Earthquake is trampling one city to ashes,
An hundred are shuddering and tottering;

the sound

Is bellowing underground.