THE són 's a poor, wretched, unfortunate creáture, DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 12, 1855. YOU don't like my writings, won't read them nor bủy them; Where the praise of good judges is hárd to be hád, DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 8, 1855. "I BELIEVE it," said Faith, "though I know it's a flát Contradiction, and breach of supréme Nature's laws, For I saw it and heard it and félt it and smélt it, DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855. “ÉVEN the Lovely must die”* To be sure, Mr. poet, Éven the Lovely must die; do you think we don't know it? Yet bád as the case is and who doubts it 's bad? That the Ugly should not die were something more sad. DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, May 27, 1855. MAIN Fórce with saw, hátchet and strong rope achieved, And flat with the first breath of wind fell the cédar. DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 2, 1855. IN the height of his glóry said César to Cássius: “Mankind will talk of me for ever with wonder." "To be súre, mighty César," said Cassius, "mankind will Of theé and thy great deeds talk éver with wonder; But the wonder of wonders will still be that César, Magnánimous César, so cáred to be tálked of." DALKEY LODGE, DALKEY, April 1, 1855. Auch das Schöne muss sterben. SCHILLER. SLEEP and Waking ónce a strife had: Which was móst by Próvidence fávored; Thús their séparate cáses árgued: "I'm the favorite," first said Wáking, "Fór the whole wide world 's for mé made, Earth, sun, moón, and áll the little stars, Not to speak of lámp and gás light." "Wrétched Wáking," said Sleep listless, "Hére at ease upón this bénch stretched Háve it in my dreams for nóthing; "Ín my dreams have pleasures, ríches, "I take wing and through the air fly, "Yét no rísk run; míne not thíne are Scárce had Sleep the last word úttered, "Sáve me, sáve me," criéd Sleep hálf choked - Ánd drove off the grinning mónster. STROMBERG, RHENISH PRUSSIA, July 11, 1855. WHILE there's one drop in the bottle This life's still a life of pleasure, PFEDDERSHEIM in the PALATINATE, July 15, 1855. "IF rightly on my theme I think, Or any other reason why." ANSWER. If rightly on my theme I think, There's but one reason why men drink; And that one reason is, I think Why, just because men like to drink. HEIDELBERG, July 21, 1855. |