310 GREATNESS - POWER. 14. Earth's highest station ends in "here he lies," And "dust to dust" concludes her noblest song. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 15. O greatness! thou art but a flattering dream, A watery bubble, lighter than the air. 16. Power! 't is the favourite attribute of gods, Who look with smiles on men who can aspire To copy them. 17. To reign is pleasant, tho' it be in hell; Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. TRACY. MARTYN. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 18. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, POPE'S Essay on Man. 19. He, who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find 20. Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He, who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Tho' far above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, BYRON'S Childe Harold. -Leonidas, and Washington, Whose every battle-field is holy ground, Which breathes of nations sav'd, not worlds undone ; BYRON'S Don Juan. 21. The greatest chief, 22. Where may the wearied eye repose, BYRON'S Don Juan. Yes-one-the first,-the last,-the best,- Whom envy dar'd not hate Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make men blush there was but one. BYRON. 23. Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table, earth-whose dice were human bones. BYRON'S Age of Bronze. 24. While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, BYRON'S Age of Bronze. 25. And that odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds, Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads. BYRON'S Don Juan. 26. For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death, What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave! Their lives did not end when they yielded their breath, Their glory illumines the gloom of the grave. 27. They speak in characters that never die, The human greatness of an age gone by. BYRON. W. C. LODGE. 312 28. GRIEF-TEARS - WEEPING. The warrior's name, Tho' peal'd and chim'd on all the tongues of fame, BARLOW'S Columbiad. 1. GRIEF-TEARS-WEEPING. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. 2. Thy heart is big! get thee apart and weep. 3. I did not think to shed a single tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, 4. I am a fool, to weep at what I'm glad of. 5. Nor can the bravest mortal blame the tear Which glitters on the bier of fallen worth. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 6. Hide not thy tears; weep boldly-and be proud To give the flowing virtue manly way: 7. "Tis nature's mark to know an honest heart by. Sorrow, that streams not o'er, SHIRLY. AARON HILL. Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more; AARON HILL. 8. There is a kind of mournful eloquence In thy dumb grief, that shames all clamorous sorrow. NAT. LEE. 9. Behold the turtle who has lost her mate; GAY'S Dione. 10. No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears, DR. DARWIN. 11. The short, thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall. 12. In all the silent manliness of grief. POPE. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 13. Tears yet are ours whene'er misfortunes press, R. BLAND'S Philemon. 14. Sighs, tho' in vain, may tell the world we feel, 15. Nor shame, nor apathy, nor pride, Might then forbid the briny tide; Uncheck'd it trickles down the cheeks: "Tis the still tear that transport speaks. R. T. PAINE. MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou. 16. "T is said at times the sullen tear would start, But pride congeal'd the drop within his eye. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 311 GRIEF-TEARS - WEEPING. 17. Each has his pang, but feeble sufferers groan With brain-born dreams of evil all their own. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 18. So madly shrill, so piercing wild. BYRON'S Parisina. 19. Howe'er our stifled tears we banish, 20. Not one sigh shall tell my story, Not one tear my cheek shall stain; Grief, that stoops not to complain ! 21. The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind, BYRON'S Parisina. MRS. ROBINSON. BYRON'S Giaour. 22. Away! we know that tears are vain, Or make one mourner weep the less? 23. Oh! too convincing-dangerously dear, In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear! BYRON. BYRON'S Corsair. |