39.-4. Slowly and sadly THEY CLIMB the distant MOUN TAINS, And READ their DOOM in the setting sun. |41.-3. I WILL never PANT for public honors, Nor DISTURB my QUIET with the affairs of state. 42.-4. SWEET WAS the SOUND, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose. 5. The bounding STEED you pompously bestride, SHARES with his lord the PLEASURE and the PRIDE. 6. THOU HAD'ST A VOICE whose sound was like the sea. 9. To him that wishes for me, I AM always PRESENT. 10. These lofty TREES WAVE not less proudly, That their ancesters moulder beneath them. 43.-4. That all men are created equal, is a self-evident TRUTH. 5. Yet BRUTUS SAYS he was ambitious. 4. That LIFE IS LONG which answers life's great end. 5. The MAN of wealth and pride, TAKES up a SPACE that many poor supplied. 6. Here I COME to tell what I do know. 44.-4. Where wealth and freedom reign, CONTENTMENT FAILS. 5. HOW DEAR to my heart ARE the SCENES of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. 5. Steed which you bestride. 4. Equal-with equal rights. (Gr., 225, obs. 5.) (Gr., 23, obs. 2.) 5. That supplied many poor people. 6. That which I do know. (Gr., 92, obs. 7.) 5. Scenes are dear: "dear" in predicate with "are." 49.-8. The big TEAR then STARTED from his eye. 9. Morni's FACE BRIGHTENED with gladness. 10. His aged EYES LOOK faintly through tears of joy. 11. WE CAME to the halls of Selma. 12. WE SAT around the feasts of shells. 13. FINGAL ROSE in his place. 14. The SWORD of Trenmor SHOOK by his side. 15. The gray-haired HERO MOVED before. 16. On the pathway of spirits, SHE WANDERS alone. 17. The SONG of the wood-dove HAS DIED on our shore. 18. And on the stranger's dim and dying eye The soft, sweet PICTURES of his childhood LIE. 19. His HAIR FALLS round his blushing cheek, in the wreaths of waving light. 20. A FLOOD of glory BURSTS from all the skies. 21. The long, bright DAYS of summer quickly PASSED. 22. The dry LEAVES WHIRLED in autumn's rising blast. 23. The garden ROSE MAY richly BLOOM, In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room, Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair. 24. On Horeb's rock the PROPHET STOOD,25. The LORD before him PASSED; 26. A HURRICANE, in angry mood, SWEPT by him, strong and fast; 27. The FOREST FELL before its force; 28. The ROCKS WERE SHIVERED in its course; |