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Hope like the glimmering taper's light

adorns and cheers the way;
and still as darker grows the night,
emits a brighter ray.

0. GOLDSMITH

52

THE GRACE OF GOD

THE mistie clouds that fall somtime

and ouercast the skyes
are like to troubles of our time

which do but dymme our eyes.
But as suche dewes are dryed vp quite

when Phæbus shewes his face,
so are sad fansies put to flighte
where God doth guide by grace.

G. GASCOIGNE

53

EPITAPH
"ORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear

,
forgive the wish that would have kept thee here,

and staid thy progress to the seats of bliss.
No more confined to groveling scenes of night,

no more a tenant pent in mortal clay,
now should we rather hail thy glorious flight

and trace thy journey to the realms of day.

ANON.

54

TO MEMORY

O

MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,

still importunate and vain,
to former joys recurring ever

and turning all the past to pain:
thou like the world th’ oppress'd oppressing,

thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
and he who wants each other blessing
in thee must ever find a foe.

0. GOLDSMITH

55

MODESTY OF GENIUS

AS

S streams that run o'er golden mines

with modest murmur glide,
nor seem to know the wealth that shines

within their gentle tide, Mary!

So veiled beneath a simple guise

thy radiant genius shone,
and that which charmed all other eyes

seemed worthless in thy own, Mary!

T. MOORE

56

LOSS OF FRIENDS

S those we love decay, we die in part;
AS

string after string is severed from the heart;
till loosened life no more than breathing clay
without one pang is glad to fall away.
Unhappy he who latest feels the blow,
whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low,
still lingering on from partial death to death,
till dying all he can resign is breath.

J. THOMSON

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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

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ΠΛΟΥΤΟΣ και της ψυχής πλούτος μόνος έστιν αληθής:

τάλλα δ' έχει λύπην πλείονα των κτεώνων.
τον δε πολυκτέανον και πλούσιόν εστι δίκαιον

κλήζειν, δς χρήσθαι τους αγαθοίς δύναται.
ει δέ τις εν ψήφοις κατατήκεται, άλλον επ' άλλω

σωρεύειν αιεί πλούτον επειγόμενος,
ουτος οποία μέλισσα πολυτρήτοις ένα σίμβλοις

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:
άρτι γαρ εσπέριοι νύμφας επί δικλίσιν άχευν

λωτοι και θαλάμων έπλαταγεύντο θίραι
ήφοι δ' ολολυγμον ανέκραγoν εκ δ' Υμέναιος

σιγαθείς γοερόν φθέγμα μεθαρμόσατο.
αι δ' αύται και φέγγος έδαδούχουν παρα παστο

πεύκαι και φθιμένα γέρθεν έφαινον οδόν.

MELEAGER

60

SEE

A REFLECTION AT SEA
EE how beneath the moonbeam's smile

yon little billow heaves its breast,
and foams and sparkles for a while

and murmuring then subsides to rest!
Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,

rises on time's eventful sea,
and having swelld a moment there

thus melts into eternity.

T. MOORE

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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,
as in her breast the wave of life

kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seemed to speak,

so slowly moved about,
as we had lent her half our powers

to eke her living out.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

our fears our hopes belied;
we thought her dying when she slept,

and sleeping when she died.
But when the morn came dim and sad

and chill with early showers,
her quiet eyelids closed-she had

another morn than ours.

T. HOOD

63

LOVE AND FOLLY

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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

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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.
So, in the onward vale of tears

where'er thy path may be,
when strength hath bowed to evil years

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.
And to the ocean rivers run

from being pent in banks of flowers;
not knowing that the exhaling sun
will send them back in weeping showers.

SIR W. D'AVENANT 67

TO GOD ON HIS SICKNESSE
THAT though my harp and violl be

both hung upon the willow-tree ?
what though my bed be now my grave,
and for my house I darknesse have?
what though my healthfull days are fled,
and I lie numbred with the dead?
Yet I have hope, by Thy great power,
to spring, though now a withered flower.

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

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rears the firm oak his vigorous form,
and stern in rugged strength defies

the rushing of the storm.
Then severed from his native shore,
o'er ocean worlds the sail to bear,
still with those winds he braved before
he proudly struggles there.

F. HEMANS

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