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There in close covert by some brook
Where no profaner eye may look,
Hide me from day's garish eye,
While the bee with honied thigh,
That at her flow'ry work doth sing
And the waters murmuring
With such concert as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather'd sleep;
And let some strange, mysterious dream
Wave at his wings an airy stream
Of lively portraiture display'd
Softly on my eyelids laid.
And, as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or th' unseen Genius of the wood.
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casing a dim, religious light.
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full-voic'd quire below,
In service high, and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, ihrough mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecstacies,
And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of ev'ry star that heaven doth show,
And ev'ry herb that sips the dew;

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MELANCHOLY.

Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
And I with thee will choose to live.

Milton

MELANCHOLY. Gestures that betoken.
Look where he comes in this embower'd alcove
Stand close conceal'd, and see statue move :
Lips busy, and eyes fix’d, foot falling slow,
Arms hanging idly down, hands clasp'd below,
Interpret to the marking eye distress,
Such as its symptoms can alone express.
That tongue is silent now; that silent tongue
Could argue once, could jest or join the song,
Could give advice, could censure or commend,
Or charm the sorrows of a drooping friend.
Renounc'd alike its office and its sport,
Its brisker and its graver strains fall short;
Both fail beneath a fever's secret sway,
And like a summer brook are past away. Cowper.

MelANCHOLY. Musing
He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the power
Of philosophic melancholy comes !
His near approach the sudden starting tear,
The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air,
The soften'd feature, and the beating hear
Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare,
O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes !
Inflames imagination; through the breast
Infuses every tenderness; and far
Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought.
Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such
As never mingled with the vulgar dream,
Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye.

As fast the correspondent passions rise,
As varied, and as high : Devotion rais'd
To rapture, and divine astonishment;
The love of nature, unconfin'd, and, chief
Of human race; the large ambitious wish,
To make them blest ; the sigh for suffering worth
Lost in obscurity; the noble scorn
Of tyrant-pride ; the fearless great resolve;
The wonder which the dying patriot draws,
Inspiring glory through remotest time;
Th' awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame;
The sympathies of love, and friendship dear;
With all the social offspring of the heart. Thomson.

MEMORY. Droells on the Scenes of our Early Days,
Mark yon old mansion, frowning through the trees,
Whose hollow turret woos the whistling breeze,
That casement, arch'd with ivy's brownest shade
First to these eyes the light of heaven convey’d.
The mouldering gateway strews the grass-grown cours
Once the calm scene of many a simple sport;
When nature pleas’d, for life itself was new,
And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew.

See, through the fractur'd pediment reveal'd,
Where moss inlays the rudely-sculpturd shield,
The martin's old, hereditary nest ;
Long may the ruin spare its hallow'd guest.-

Now stain'd with dews, with cobwebs darkly hung,
Oft has its roof with peals of rapture rung;
When round yon ample board, in due degree,
We sweeten'd every meal with social glee.
The heart's light laughter crown'd the circling jest ;
And all was sunshine in each little breast.
'Twas here we chas'd the slipper by its sound;
And turn'd the blindfold hero round and round,

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'Twas here, at eve, we form'd our fairy ring;
And fancy flutter'd on her wildest wing.
Giants and genii chain'd the wondering ear;
And orphan-woes drew nature's ready tear.
Oft, with the babes we wander'd in the wood
Or view'd the forest-feats of Robin Hood :
Oft, fancy-led, at midnight's fearful hour;
With startling step we scald the lonely tower,
O'er infunt innocence to hang and weep,
Murder'd by ruffian hands, when smiling in its sleep.

Ye household deities! whose guardian eye
Mark'd each pure thought, ere register'd on high ;
Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground,
And breathe the soul of inspiration round.

The school's lone porch, with reverend mosses gray
Just tells the pensive pilgrim where it lay.
Mute is the bell that rung at peep of dawn,
Quickening my truant-feet across the lawn;
Unheard the shout that rent the noon-tide air,
When the slow dial gave a pause to care.
Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear,
Some little friendship form'd and cherish'd here !
And not the lightest leaf, but trembling teems
With golden visions and romantic dreams! Rogers.
MEMORY. Its Pleasures in recalling the Virtues of a

departed Friend.
Oh thou ! with whom my heart was wont to share,
From reason's dawn, each pleasure and each care;
With whom, alas! I fondly hop'd to know
The humble walks of happiness below;
If thy blest nature now unites above
An angel's pity with a brother's love,
Still o'er my life preserve thy mild control,
Correct my views and elevate my soul ;

Grant me thy peace and purity of mind,
Devout yet cheerful, active yet resign'd;
Grant me, like thee, whose heart knew no disguise,
Whose blameless wishes never aim'd to rise,
To meet the changes time and chance present,
With modest dignity and calm content,
When thy last breath, ere nature sunk to rest
Thy meek submission to thy God express'd :
When thy last look, ere thought and feelings fled,
A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed;
What to thy soul its glad assurance gave,
Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ?
The sweet remembrance of unblemish'd youth,
The inspiring voice of innocence, and truth! Rogers

MERCY. Its character.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes :
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings
But mercy is above this scepträd sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice.

Shokspeare.
MESSENGER. Post Haste of One.
After him, came, spurring hard,
A gentleman almost forspent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse :

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