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THE CUCKOO CLOCK.
CARK! what sound mine ear doth mock ?
'Tis the merry cuckoo clock,
When the huge cathedral bell
Of thy admonitory ditty
Cuckoo-clock, thy rural summons
And O! what charms thy tuneful shock, All unconscious cuckoo-clock, Had for that child of sweetest features, A seraph now with seraph creatures.
How often would she
pause In the midst of all her play, At the very noontide hour, Held by thy spell of pleasing power, With eager eyes, and lips apart, Answering to her fluttering heart, That did within her bosom knock; Unmoved the while as marble block, She gazed upon thee, cuckoo clock, Like a votary come from far For response oracular, Till with sudden click and jar Thy mysterious doors should sunder With a sight and sound of wonder. Were the curious craftsman near, German, or stout Hollander, Who wrought thy wheels, and bade thee tell Each hour with voice instead of bell, A mile or twain he would be running To see such triumph of his cunning.
How oft temptation's sorest trials Environ those enchanting dials, That even the soberest hearts entrammel, With gold enchased, and flowered enamel : But thy wooden aspect homely,
In unison with all that's comely,
ON USING AN ETRUSCAN VASE AS
A DRINKING CUP.
ALK not to me of funeral rites, of dismal tombs
of earth; This form, these colours bright, declare this cup was
made for mirth. A health to all! to living friends I pledge this goblet's
And next, to those who smiled and wept three thousand
This relic brings their joys and griefs to mingle with
our own, Though fabling time for centuries on centuries has flown: I seem to see their marriage feasts, the bridegroom and
the maid ; And new in earth with his crown of gold the warrior
How! laid in earth ? aye, laid in earth : what thoughts
can here affright?