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 In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence 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 Surnamed Peripatetics, and the sect 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, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: 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. In small proportions we just beauties see; w And in short measures life may perfect be. I LONG I have lasted in this world 'tis true, He lives who lives to virtue; men who cast THO' death the virtuous young destroy,* years. ANON. 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. Don Juan. 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. Thou dirge 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 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, O wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? THE wind, A sightless labourer, whistles at his task. * SHELLEY. WORDSWORTH. The Excursion. DONE the tales, to bed we creep, By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep. L'Allégro. 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, LUXURIES. 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, King Lear. BOASTING. BOASTING is but an art our fears to blind, POPE. Iliad, Book XXII. BOLDNESS. FEAR not, but be bold: A decent boldness ever meets with friends, CHASTITY. POPE. Odyssey, Book VII. 'Tis chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that, is clad in complete steel; Yea, there where every desolation dwells, Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, 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 |