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TO SLEEP

HOUGH death's strong image in thy form we trace, come sleep! and fold me in thy soft embrace; come genial sleep! that sweetest blessing give

to die thus living and thus dead to live.

LOVE

WEET is Love and sweet is the Rose,

roses die when the cold wind blows,
love, it is killed by lady's scorn!

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LORD STRANGFORD

EPITAPH ON SIR ISAAC NEWTON

ATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night;
God said 'Let Newton be;' and all was light.

THE VICISSITUDES OF HUMAN LIFE

A. POPE

ΠΑΙΓΝΙΟΝ ἐστι τύχης μερόπων βίος, οἰκτρός, αλήτης,
πλούτου καὶ πενίης μεσσόθι ρεμβόμενος,
καὶ τοὺς μὲν κατάγουσι πάλιν σφαιρηδὸν ἀείρει,
τοὺς δ ̓ ἀπὸ τῶν νεφελῶν εἰς Αἴδην κατάγει.

PALLADAS

THE SORROWS OF CHILDHOOD
HE tear down childhood's cheek that flows

This like the dewdrop on the rose;

when next the summer breeze comes by
and waves the bush, the flower is dry.

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FILIAL PIETY

SIR W. SCOTT

E let the tender office long engage
to rock the cradle of reposing age,

with lenient aft extend a mother's breath,

make languor smile and smoothe the bed of death, explore the thought, explain the asking eye,

and save awhile one parent from the sky.

OLD on Canadian hills or Minden's plain perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; bent o'er her babe, her eyes dissolved in dew, the big drops mingling with the milk he drew gave the sad presage of his future yearsthe child of misery baptized in tears.

J. LANGHORNE

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EPITAPH ON JAMES CRAGGS IN

WESTMINSTER ABBEY

STATESMAN, of so

TATESMAN, yet friend to truth, of soul sincere;

who broke no promise, served no private end;
who gained no title and who lost no friend;
ennobled by himself, by all approved;

praised wept and honoured by the Muse he loved.

A. POPE

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NDERNEATH this sable herse

Ulies the subject of all verse,

Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother:
Death, ere thou hast slain another
learned and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.

DE

LOVE OUTLIVES TIME

B. JONSON

EVOURING Time with stealing pace
makes lofty oaks and cedars bow;
and marble towers and gates of brass
in his rude march he levels low:
but Time destroying far and wide
Love from the soul can ne'er divide.

B. BOOTH

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SPIRIT OF PLATO

AGLE, why soarest thou above that tomb?
to what sublime and star-y-paven home

floatest thou?

I am the image of swift Plato's spirit
ascending heaven: Athens does inherit
his corpse below.

P. B. SHELLEY

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WOMAN'S LOVE

WOMAN in our hours of ease

uncertain coy and hard to please

and variable as the shade

by the light quivering aspen made,

when pain and anguish wring the brow,
a ministering angel thou.

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VENICE

SIR W. SCOTT

THEN Neptune towering o'er her Adrian wave saw Venice rise and Ocean's rage enslave, 'Boast as thou wilt of Rome' to Jove he cried 'her rock Tarpeian and thy Mars her guide,' yet own, though Tiber lure thee from the seas, that mortals reared those walls, immortals these.

DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS

E. A. SMEDLEY

IVE while you live' the Epicure would say shatch the pleasures of the present day;' ‘Live while you live' the sacred preacher cries ' and give to God each moment as it flies.' Lord, in my view let both united be!I live in pleasure when I live to Thee!

THRI

EPIGRAM ON MILTON

J. DODDRIDGE

HREE poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece Italy and England did adorn:
the first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
the next in majesty, in both the last:
the force of nature could no further go;

to make a third she joined the other two.

THE MOTHER'S STRATAGEM

WHILE

J. DRYDEN

HILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, and the blue vales a thousand joys recall, see to the last, last verge her infant steals! O fly!-yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall. Far better thought, she lays her bosom bare, and the fond boy springs back to nestle there.

S. ROGERS

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ON THOMAS MOORE'S DAUGHTER

WEET child, when on thy beauteous face
the blush of innocence I view,

thy gentle mother's features trace,
thy father's look of genius too;
if envy wake a moment's sigh,
thy face is my apology.

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INSCRIPTION ON AN AEOLIAN HARP

AIL heavenly harp where Memnon's skill is shewn, that charm'st the ear with music all thine own, which though untouched canst rapturous strains impart, O rich of genuine nature, free from art! Such the wild warblings of the sylvan throng,

so simply sweet the untaught virgin's song.

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THE DEW-DROP

C. SMART

PEARLY dew-drop see some flower adorn
and grace with tender beam the rising morn;

but soon the sun permits a fiercer ray,
and the fair fabric rushes to decay:

lo, in the dust the beauteous ruin lies;
and the pure vapour seeks its native skies.
a fate like this to thee, sweet boy, was given :
to sparkle, bloom and be exhaled to heaven.

LORD BYRON

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LOVE

OVE he comes, and Love he tarries,
just as fate or fancy carries;

longest stays, when sorest chidden;

laughs and flies, when pressed and bidden.
Love's a fire that needs renewal

of fresh beauty for its fuel:

love's wing moults when caged and captured;
only free, he soars enraptured.

T. CAMPBELL

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TO HIS DEPARTED FRIEND HERACLITUS

ΕΙΠΕ τις Ἡράκλειτε τεὸν μόρον, ἐς δέ με δάκρυ
ἤγαγεν, ἐμνήσθην δ' ὁσσάκις ἀμφότεροι
ἠέλιον λέσχῃ κατεδύσαμεν· ἀλλὰ σὺ μέν που
ξεῖν ̓ Αλικαρνησσοῦ τέφρα πάλαι σποδίη·
αἱ δὲ τεαὶ ζώουσιν ἀηδόνες, ᾗσιν ὁ πάντων
ἁρπακτὴρ ̓Αΐδης οὐκ ἔπι χεῖρα βαλεῖ.

CALLIMACHVS

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TO MENANDER

ΑΥΤΑΙ σοι στομάτεσσιν ἀνηρείψαντο μέλισσαι
ποικίλα Μουσάων ἄνθεα δρεψάμεναι
αὐταὶ καὶ χάριτές σοι ἐδωρήσαντο Μένανδρε
στώμυλον εὐτυχίην, δράμασιν ἐνθέμεναι.
ζώεις εἰς αἰῶνα· τὸ δὲ κλέος ἐστὶν ̓Αθήναις
ἐκ σέθεν οὐρανίων ἁπτόμενον νεφέων.

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ΑΝΟΝ.

TO A BEE SETTLING ON A LADY'S CHEEK

̓ΑΝΘΟΔΙΑΙΤΕ μέλισσα, τί μοι χροὸς Ηλιοδώρας
ψαύεις ἐκπρολιποῦσ ̓ εἰαρινὰς κάλυκας ;

ἤ σύ γε μηνύεις ὅτι καὶ γλυκὺ καὶ δυσύποιστον
πικρὸν ἀεὶ κραδίᾳ κέντρον Ερωτος ἔχει;
ναὶ δοκέω, τοῦτ ̓ εἶπας· ἰω φιλέραστε παλίμπους
στεῖχε· πάλαι τὴν σὴν οἴδαμεν ἀγγελίην.

MELEAGER

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STEDFASTNESS

ΜΗΤΕ βαθυκτεάνοιο τύχης κουφίζει ροίζω
μήτε σέο γνάμψῃ φροντὶς ἐλευθερίην

πᾶς γὰρ ὑπ' ἀσταθέεσσι βίος πελεμίζεται αὔραις
τῇ καὶ τῇ θαμινῶς ἀντιμεθελκόμενος.

ἡ δ ̓ ἀρετὴ σταθερόν τι καὶ ἄτροπον, ἧς ἐπὶ μούνης κύματα θαρσαλέως ποντοπόρει βιότου.

PAVLVS SILENTIARIVS