Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly sees, For happiness and true philosophy COWPER, Are of the social, still, and smiling kind. THOMSON'S Seasons. For ever foremost in the ranks of fun, BYRON. Not oft to smile descendeth he, And when he does, 't is sad to see That he but mocks at misery. BYRON'S Giaour. And yet, methinks, the older that one grows, Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after. He is so full of pleasing anecdote, BYRON'S Beppo. JOANNA BAILLIE Were it not worse than vain, to close our eyes DOUGLAS JERROLD's Magazine. 120 CHEERFULNESS - MIRTH-SMILE, &c. See how the day beameth brightly before us! But then her face, From the German So lovely, yet so arch-so full of mirth, It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, ROGERS' Italy. Light be thy heart! why should'st thou keep Sadness within its secret cells? Let not thine eye one tear-drop weep, Unless that tear of rapture tells. It gives to beauty half its power, MRS. A B. W ELBY. The nameless charm, worth all the rest- And speaks of sunshine in the breast. If beauty ne'er have set her seal, It will supply her absence too, And many a cheek looks passing fair, How beautiful the smile On beauty's brow, in beauty's eye, J. G. WHITTIER. CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. 121 But Oh, there is a smile, which steals Sometimes upon the brow of care, And, like the north's cold light, reveals But gathering darkness there! J. G. WHITTIER. Joy, like the zephyr that flies o'er the flower, Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! A little nonsense, now and then, Is relish'd by the best of men. MRS. OSGOOD. H. W. LONgfellow. CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. For youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, SHAKSPEARE I'll serve his youth, for youth must have its course, The whining school-boy with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 122 CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,, Το Gather the rose-buds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, THOMSON'S Seasons. And that same flower that blooms to-day, HERRICK. Something of youth I in old age approve; But more the marks of age in youth I love. Decrepit age, but never in his mind. DENHAM. Intemperate youth, by sad experience found, Ends in an age imperfect and unsound. DENHAM. Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, AARON HILL. Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; ADDISON'S Cato. Happy the school-boy! did he know his bliss, His are the joys of nature, his the smile, He wipes it soon. ΚΝΟΣ By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; GOLDSMITH. CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, 123 SCOTT's Rokeby. There still are many rainbows in your sky, But mine are vanish'd. All, when life is new, Commence with feelings warm and prospects high, Bnt Time strips our illusions of their hue. BYRON'S Don Juan. A lovely being, scarcely form'd or moulded, BYRON'S Don Juan. Sweet be thy cradled slumbers! O'er the sea BYRON'S Childe Harold. The helpless look of blooming infancy. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Oh mirth and innocence! Oh milk and water! BYRON'S Beppo. A little curly-headed good-for-nothing, The babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp. BYRON'S Don Juan. ROGERS. Thine was the shout! the song! the burst of joy! MRS. NORTON. |