61.-2. What thou dost not know THOU CANST not TELL. 3. Yet DO I FEEL my soul recoil within me, WHISPER no longer. 5. SPEAK as the tempest does, Sterner and stronger. 6. The hoary HEAD IS a CROWN of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. 7. Their ADVANCEMENT in life and in education was SUCH that each ought to have been a gentleman. 64.-8. The sweet REMEMBRANCE of the just, SHALL FLOURISH when he sleeps in dust. 9. But, when he caught the measure wild, The old MAN RAISED his HEAD and SMILED. 10. There ARE sumptuous MANSIONS with marble walls Where fountains play in the perfumed halls. 11. The EARTH HATH FELT the BREATH of spring, Though yet on her deliverer's wing The lingering frosts of winter cling. 10. Adorned with marble walls. 64.-1. If you would know the deeds of him who chews, 2. The MAN that dares traduce because he can 4. The TIME MUST COME When all will have been said 5. MYSTERIOUS ARE his WAYS, whose power Shall meet, unite, and part no more. 6. MY HEART IS AWED Within me when I think In silence, round me. 65-7. When we consider carefully what appeals to our minds, and exercise upon it our own reason—taking into respectful consideration what others say upon it—and then come to a conclusion of our own, we act as intelligent beings. 8. Before we passionately desire what another enjoys, WE SHOULD EXAMINE into the happiness of its possessor. 9. With what loud applause DIDST THOU BEAT HEAVEN with blessing Bolingbroke, before he was what thou wouldst have him be! 4. The time-what time? 5. Hour-what hour? When minds shall meet, unite, and part no more. 65.-1. The troubled OCEAN FEELS his STEPS, as he strides from wave to wave. 2. Beneath the spear of Cathmar ROSE that VOICE which awakes the bards. 3. As they sat down, ONE SAID to his friend on his right, "We shall soon see who is who." With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep. 5. Go to the mat where squalid Want reclines, 6. Go to the shade obscure where Merit pines, 7. ABIDE with him whom Penury's charms control, And bind the rising yearnings of whose soul. 8. SURVEY his sleepless couch, and standing there, TELL the poor pallid wretch that life is fair. 9. IT MUST BE SWEET in childhood to give back The spirit to its Maker, ere the heart Has grown familiar with the ways of sin. 10. Wheresoe'er our best affections dwell, And strike a healthful root, IS HAPPINESS. 11. A MAN of refinement never HAS RECOURSE to proverbs and vulgar aphorisms. 1. As he strides-whence? As he strides-whither? 4. To sleep with shapes. 7. Penury's charms control him, and bind yearnings. 8. Tell, announce to the wretch. 9. It must be sweet. What must be sweet? |