Hope like the glimmering taper's light adorns and cheers the way; 0. GOLDSMITH 52 THE GRACE OF GOD THE mistie clouds that fall somtime and ouercast the skyes which do but dymme our eyes. when Phæbus shewes his face, G. GASCOIGNE 53 EPITAPH , and staid thy progress to the seats of bliss. no more a tenant pent in mortal clay, and trace thy journey to the realms of day. ANON. 54 TO MEMORY O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, still importunate and vain, and turning all the past to pain: thy smiles increase the wretch's woe; 0. GOLDSMITH 55 MODESTY OF GENIUS AS S streams that run o'er golden mines with modest murmur glide, within their gentle tide, Mary! So veiled beneath a simple guise thy radiant genius shone, seemed worthless in thy own, Mary! T. MOORE 56 LOSS OF FRIENDS S those we love decay, we die in part; string after string is severed from the heart; J. THOMSON STILL TILL steer on, brave heart! though witlings laugh at thy emprize, and though the helmsmen drop weary and nerveless their hands; westward, westward still! there land must emerge to the vision; there it lies in its light, dear to the eye of thy mind; trust in the power that guides: press on o'er the con vex of ocean: what thou seekst-were it not-yet it would rise from the wave. Nature with Genius holds a pact that is fixt and eternal: all which is promised by this, that never fails to perform. W. WHEWELL from Schiller ΠΛΟΥΤΟΣ και της ψυχής πλούτος μόνος έστιν αληθής: τάλλα δ' έχει λύπην πλείονα των κτεώνων. κλήζειν, δς χρήσθαι τους αγαθοίς δύναται. σωρεύειν αιεί πλούτον επειγόμενος, μοχθήσει ετέρων δρεπτομένων το μέλι. LVCIANVS 59 UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS MARRIED ΟΥ γάμον αλλ' 'Αίδαν επινυμφίδιον Κλεαρίστα δέξατο παρθενίας άμματα λυομένα: λωτοι και θαλάμων έπλαταγεύντο θίραι σιγαθείς γοερόν φθέγμα μεθαρμόσατο. πεύκαι και φθιμένα γέρθεν έφαινον οδόν. MELEAGER 60 SEE A REFLECTION AT SEA yon little billow heaves its breast, and murmuring then subsides to rest! rises on time's eventful sea, thus melts into eternity. T. MOORE WHILE HILE hunters bold ride homeward with the spoil; while bugles ring and forest echoes cry; while mowers laugh, while reapers sing and toil; while vintage bands go, like a revel, by; while bridals pass, while poor men bless, while Yule is blithe, while Summer fair, 0, would'st thou change the flowing songs of peace for triumphs and despair? F. TENNYSON 62 THE DEATH-BED WE "E watched her breathing through the night, her breathing soft and low, kept heaving to and fro. so slowly moved about, to eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, our fears our hopes belied; and sleeping when she died. and chill with early showers, another morn than ours. T. HOOD 63 LOVE AND FOLLY OVE and Folly were at play, when a quarrel chanced to rise ; blows ensued, and in the fray hapless Cupid lost his eyes. Venus loudly then from Jove claiming vengeance, he replied since mad Folly blinded Love, let her serve him as a guide.' E. QUILLINAN 64 GOD FORGETS NOT HIM WHO FORGETS NOT GOD OY! ere the cares of life lie dim on thy young spirit's wings, now in thy morn forget not Him from whom each pure thought springs. where'er thy path may be, He will remember thee. 65 LOCAL ATTACHMENT AS the fond bird through night and morn still flutters round the rifled nest, and loves the scene, though now forlorn, where once her brooding heart was blessed: so do I love to hover here where dreams of bliss I once enjoyed, and haunt the spot, though fate severe has all my brood of hope destroyed. 66 THE HARM OF LIBERTY IRDS that are long in cages aw'd, , but straight want skill to live abroad, then pine and hover near their home. from being pent in banks of flowers; SIR W. D'AVENANT 67 TO GOD ON HIS SICKNESSE both hung upon the willow-tree ? R. HERRICK 68 MISFORTUNE THE SCHOOL OF FORTITUDE E shall not dread Misfortune's angry mien, nor feebly sink beneath her tempest rude, whose soul hath learned, through many a trying scene, to smile at fate and suffer unsubdued. In the rough school of billows, clouds and storms, nursed and matured the pilot learns his art: thus Fate's dread ire by many a conflict forms the lofty spirit and enduring heart. F. HEMANS HE rears the firm oak his vigorous form, the rushing of the storm. F. HEMANS |