33. ROBERT HERRICK. To the Virgins, to make much of Time. I. GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, And this same flower that smiles to-day, 2. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. 3. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; 4. Then be not coy, but use your time; For having lost but once your prime, 34. To Anthea, who may command him any thing. I. BID me to live, and I will live Or bid me love, and I will give 2. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, As in the whole world thou canst find, 3. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, Or bid it languish quite away, 4. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, And having none, yet I will keep 5. Bid me despair, and I'll despair, Or bid me die, and I will dare 6. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. Grosart's Text. 35. THOMAS HOOD. The Death Bed. WE watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life So silently we seem'd to speak, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, For when the morn came dim and sad, Her quiet eyelids closed-she had |