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So from Lahai-roi's Well some spicie cloud,
Woo'd by the Sun, swells up to be his shrowd,
And from her moist wombe weeps a fragrant showre,
Which scatter'd in a thousand pearls, each flowre
And herb partakes ; where having stood awhile
And something coold the parch'd and therstie Isle,
The thankful Earth unlocks herselfe, and blends
A thousand odours, which all mixt, she sends
Up in one cloud, and so returns the skies
That dew they lent, a breathing sacrifice.

H. VAUGHAN. Silex Scintillans.

Evening after a Storm. Shepherd. AFORE sunset, heaven and earth, like lovers after a quarrel, lay embraced in each other's smile!—The lambs began their races on the lea, and the thrush o' Ettrive (there is but a single pair in the vale aboon the kirk) awoke his hymn in the hill silence. It was mair like a mornin than an evenin twilight,' and a' the day's hurly-burly had passed awa into the uncertainty o’a last week's dream.

Noctes Ambrosianæ.

Mid-day. Shepherd. I'm wrapped up in my plaid, and lying a' my length

' on a bit green platform, fit for the fairies' feet, wi' a craig hangin over me a thousand feet high, yet bright and balmy a'the way up wi' flowers, and briars, and broom, and birks, and mosses, maist beautifu' to behold wi' half-shut ee, and through aneath ane's arm guardin the face frae the cloudless sunshine.

North. A rivulet leaping from the rock

Shepherd. No, Mr. North, no loupin, for it seems as if it were Nature's ain Sabbath, and the verra waters were at rest. Look

the vale profound, and the stream is without motion! No doubt, if you were walking along the bank, it would be murmuring with your feet. But here—here up amang the hills, we can imagine it asleep, even like the well within reach of my staff.

North. Tickler, pray make less noise if you can in drinking, and also in putting down your tumbler. You break in upon the repose

of James's picture. Shepherd. Perhaps a bit bonny butterfly is resting, * wi'

down upon

* What more felicity can fall to creature,

Than to enjoy delight with liberty ?

SPENCER.

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faulded wings, on a gowan, no a yard frae your cheek, and noo, waukening out o’a simmer dream, floats awa in its wavering beauty, but as if unwilling to leave its place of mid-day sleep, comin back and back, and roun' and roun', on this side and that side, settling, in its capricious happiness, to fasten again on some brighter floweret, till the same breath o' wund that lifts up your hair sae refreshingly catches the airy voyager, and wafts her away into some other nook of her ephemeral paradise. Gin a pile o' grass straughtens itself in silence you hear it distinctly. I'm thinken that was the noise o' a beetle gaun to pay a visit to a freen on the ither side o' that mossy stane. The melting dew quakes! Ah, sing awa, my bonnie bee, maist industrious o' God's creatures ! Dear me, the heat is o'er muckle for him, and he burrows himself in amang a tuft o' grass, like a beetle panting! and now invisible a' but the yellow doup o' him. I too feel drowsy, and will go to sleep amang the mountain solitude.

Noctes Ambrosianæ.

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THE LOVER'S DAY-BREAK.
THE lark now leaves his wat’ry nest

And climbing, shakes his dewy wings :
He takes this window for the east,

And, to implore your light, he sings-
Awake! Awake! the morn will never rise,
Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
The merchant bows unto the seaman's star ;

The ploughman from the sun his season takes ;
But still the lover wonders what they are

Who look for day before his mistress.wakes.
Awake! Awake! break through your veils of lawn,
And draw your curtain, and begin the dawn !

SIR W. DAVENANT,

EYES.

He answer’d, bending to her open eyes,
Where he was mirror'd small in paradise.

KEATS. Lamia.
A VAIL obscured the sunshine of her eyes,
The rose within itself her sweetness clos'd;
Each ornament about her seemly lies,
By curious chance or careless art compos’d.

FAIRFAX' Tasso. Jerusalem. Book II.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Romeo and Juliet, Act II.

FROM A GREEK EPIGRAM.
WHILE 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 taught, she lays her bosom bare,
And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.

S. ROGERS.

GOOD WISHES.

A GARLAND for the hero's crest,
And twined by her he loves the best,
To every lovely lady bright,
What can I wish but faithful knight?
To every faithful lover, too,
What can I wish but lady true ?
And knowledge to the studious sage,
And pillow to the head of age ?
To thee, dear schoolboy, whom my lay
Has cheated of thy hour of play,
Light task, and merry holiday!
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.

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WILL AND DEED.

God takes men's hearty desires and will, instead of the deed, where they have not the power to fulfil it; but he never took the bare deed instead of the will.

BAXTER.

DOMESTIC PEACE.
In a cottag'd vale she dwells
List’ning to the Sabbath bells !
Still around her steps are seen
Spotless honour's meeker mien,
Love, the sire of pleasing fears,
Sorrow, smiling through her tears,

And, conscious of the past employ,
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

COLERIDGE.

ANGER AND PASSION.
Northumberland.

STAY, my lord,
And let your reason with your

choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first: anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

Henry VIII., Act 1.

TAKE heed lest passion sway,
Thy judgment to do aught, which else free will
Would not admit.

Paradise Lost.

GIVE me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart.

Hamlet, Act II. PEOPLE have a custom of excusing the enormities of their conduct by talking of their passions, and as if they were under the control of a blind necessity, and sinned because they could not help it.*

CUMBERLAND. PASSION is the great mover and spring of the soul. When men's passions are strongest, they may have great and noble effects; but they are then also apt to fall into the greatest miscarriages.

SPRAT. THERE is going on in the human heart a perpetual generation of passions, so that the overthrow of one is almost always the establishment of another.

ROCHEFOUCAULD.

Weakness is thy excuse,
And I believe it: weakness to resist
Philistian gold: if weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
All wickedness is weakness.

Samson Agonistes.

CONSIDER how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.

ANTONINUS, 'Tis madness to take offence at things, For of our anger they take no account.

Ibid., from Euripides.

GOVERNMENT OF PASSION. WHEN circumstances discompose and ruffle thee against thy will, recover thyself quickly, and be not out of tune longer than whilst thou art not able to help it; for by the habit of recovering thy temper, thou wilt become more and more master of it.

ANTONINUS.

Is the fault another's ? then let it rest there. *

Ibid.

He conquers twice, who upon victory overcomes himself.

Lycidas to Prudentia.
DESCEND, fair stoic, from thy flights,

From nature learn to know,
Our passions are the needful weights
That make our virtues go.

Prudentia to Lycidas.
True, Lycidas, but think not so

Another truth to shun:
Our passions make our virtues go,

But make our vices run.

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* Quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side.

ROCHEFOUCAULD. + The boast of heraldry, the

pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

GRAY. Elegy.

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