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Horowhenua Chronicle, 30 October 1915, Page 3

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FIIOM THE WOIUCS OF THE MAJOR POETS. (Selected tor The OlirouTole.) * INCONSTANT LOVERS. Sigh no more .ladies, sigh no morel Men wore . deceivers over! Ono foot in sea and oho on shore, Tc one thing constant never: Then sigh, not so, but let thorn go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woo Into Hey nonny, riouhyf Sing no more ditties, King no moro Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy; Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blythe and bonny, Converting all your Bounds of •woe Into Hey nonny, noimy! WILL. SHAKESPEARE. BEX KAKSHOOK'S WISDOM. "Would a nan 'scape the rod"?— Rabbi lien Karshook saith, "See that he turns to God The day before his death " "Ay, could a man enquiro When it shall come," 1 say. The rabbi's eye shoots lire— "Then let him turn to-day 1" "Quoth a young Sadducoe— "Reader of many rolls, 1* it so certain we Have, as they tell us, souls"? "Son, there is no reply!'" (The rabbi hit his heard) "Certain a soul have ll— 'We' may have nono," lie sneered. Thus Karshook, the Hiram's-Hammer, The Right-Hand Temple Column, Taught babes their grace in gram mar, And 6truck the simple solemn. ROBERT BROWNING. FLEETING FAME. "Yet what avails the sanguine poet's hope To conquer ages, and with Time to cope? New eras spread their wings, now nations rise, And other victors fill the applauding skies; A few brief generations fleet along, Whose sons forget the poet and his song: E'en now, what once - loved minstrels scarce may claim The transient mention of a dubious nameP When Fame's loud trump has blown its noblest hlaet. Though loud tthe sound, the echoes sleep at last; . A"d tJlory, like tho phoenix midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes and expires." GEORGE GORDON BYRON FAITH. Oh, deep, enchanting prelude to repose; The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes! Yet half 1 hear the panting spirit sigh It is a dread and awful tiling to die! Mysterious worlds, untravelled by the sun! Where Time's far-wandering tide has never run, From your unfatlionied shades, and viewless spheres, A warning comes, unheard by other ears, "lis heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud, Like Sinai's thunder, .pealing from thu cloud! While nature hear, to terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust, And like the trembling Hebrew, when Ke trod The roaring waves, and called upon \\k God, With mortal terrors clouds immortal bliss, And shrieks and hovers o'er the darn abyss I Daughter of Faith, awake, arise, illume Tho dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb; Melt and dispel, ye spectre dmibts that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul! Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of Dismay, Chased on his night-steed by the star of day. THOMAS CAMPBELL.