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Great Alexander to subdue the world,
There shalt thou hear and learn the secret power
By voice or hand; and various-measured verse,
And his who gave them breath but higher sung,
Of moral prudence, with delight received
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democratie,
Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece
To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne:
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From heaven descended to the low-roof'd house
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe.
Paradise Regained, Book IV.
LIFE-ITS TRUE ESTIMATE.
Ir is not growing like a tree,
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant and flower of light.
TIME steals away like to a stream,
Whose life with care is overcast,
HERRICK. To John Wicks.
LONG I have lasted in this world 'tis true,
He lives who lives to virtue; men who cast
THO' death the virtuous young destroy,*
Life is not to be judged by days,
Who, truly, never lived at all;
For what is Time if not employ'd
ODE TO THE WEST WIND.
O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be sent to save.
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,*
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning; these are spread
On the blue surface of thy airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
The locks of the approaching storm.
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: O hear!
Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Angel forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
Paradise Lost, Book I.
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Now gentle gales,
Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense
Of Araby the Blest; with such delay
Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league,
Ir is an old and good distinction that some things are made only for our use, and some things for enjoyment. The first we value only for their use, the second we account our happiness. SHERLOCK. On Death.
Lear. O, REASON not the need; our basest beggars
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
If only to go warm were gorgeous,
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
BOASTING is but an art our fears to blind,
POPE. Iliad, Book XXII.
FEAR not, but be bold:
A decent boldness ever meets with friends,
POPE. Odyssey, Book VII.
'TIS chastity, my brother, chastity:
She that has that, is clad in complete steel;
Yea, there where every desolation dwells,
To testify the arms of chastity?
Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow,
Wherewith she tamed the brinded lioness
And spotted mountain-pard, but set at naught
The frivolous bolt of Cupid; gods and men
Fear'd her stern frown, and she was queen o' the woods.
What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield,
That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin,
Wherewith she freezed her foes to congeal'd stone,
But rigid looks of chaste austerity,
And noble grace that dash'd brute violence