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Hope like the glimmering taper's light
adorns and cheers the way;

and still as darker grows the night,
emits a brighter ray.

THE GRACE OF GOD

O. GOLDSMITH

HE mistie clouds that fall somtime

THE

and ouercast the skyes

are like to troubles of our time

which do but dymme our eyes.
But as suche dewes are dryed vp quite
when Phoebus shewes his face,

so are sad fansies put to flighte
where God doth guide by grace.

EPITAPH

G. GASCOIGNE

ORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear

this;

forgive the wish that would have kept thee here,
and staid thy progress to the seats of bliss.
No more confined to groveling scenes of night,
no more a tenant pent in mortal clay,
now should we rather hail thy glorious flight
and trace thy journey to the realms of day.

TO MEMORY

MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,

still importunate and vain,

to former joys recurring ever

and turning all the past to pain:

thou like the world th' oppress'd oppressing,
thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;

and he who wants each other blessing
in thee must ever find a foe.

As

MODESTY OF GENIUS

ANON.

O. GOLDSMITH

S streams that run o'er golden mines
with modest murmur glide,

nor seem to know the wealth that shines
within their gentle tide, Mary!

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So veiled beneath a simple guise
thy radiant genius shone,
and that which charmed all other eyes
seemed worthless in thy own, Mary!

LOSS OF FRIENDS

S those we love decay, we die in part;

As

T. MOORE

string after string is severed from the heart; till loosened life no more than breathing clay without one pang is glad to fall away.

Unhappy he who latest feels the blow,

whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low,
still lingering on from partial death to death,
till dying all he can resign is breath.

STILL

COLUMBUS

J. THOMSON

TILL steer on, brave heart! though witlings laugh at thy emprize,

and though the helmsmen drop weary and nerveless their hands;

westward, westward still! there land must emerge to the vision;

there it lies in its light, dear to the eye of thy mind; trust in the power that guides: press on o'er the convex of ocean:

what thou seekst-were it not-yet it would rise from the wave.

Nature with Genius holds a pact that is fixt and eternal: all which is promised by this, that never fails to perform.

W. WHEWELL from Schiller

TRUE RICHES

ΠΛΟΥΤΟΣ ὁ τῆς ψυχῆς πλοῦτος μόνος ἐστὶν ἀληθής·
τἄλλα δ ̓ ἔχει λύπην πλείονα τῶν κτεάνων.
τὸν δὲ πολυκτέανον καὶ πλούσιόν ἐστι δίκαιον
κλῄζειν, ὃς χρῆσθαι τοῖς ἀγαθοῖς δύναται.

εἰ δέ τις ἐν ψήφοις κατατήκεται, ἄλλον ἐπ ̓ ἄλλῳ
σωρεύειν αἰεὶ πλοῦτον ἐπειγόμενος,

οὗτος ὁποία μέλισσα πολυτρήτοις ἐνὶ σίμβλοις
μοχθήσει ἑτέρων δρεπτομένων τὸ μέλι.

LVCIANVS

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UPON A MAID THAT DIED THE DAY SHE WAS
MARRIED

ΟΥ γάμον ἀλλ ̓ Αΐδαν ἐπινυμφίδιον Κλεαρίστα
δέξατο παρθενίας ἅμματα λυομένα·

ἄρτι γὰρ ἑσπέριοι νύμφας ἐπὶ δικλίσιν ἄχουν
λωτοὶ καὶ θαλάμων ἐπλαταγεῦντο θύραι·
ήφοι δ ̓ ὀλολυγμὸν ἀνέκραγον ἐκ δ ̓ Υμέναιος
σιγαθεὶς γοερὸν φθέγμα μεθαρμόσατο.
αἱ δ ̓ αὐταὶ καὶ φέγγος ἐδᾳδούχουν παρὰ παστῷ
πεῦκαι καὶ φθιμένᾳ νέρθεν ἔφαινον ὁδόν.

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A REFLECTION AT SEA

MELEAGER

EE how beneath the moonbeam's smile
yon little billow heaves its breast,
and foams and sparkles for a while

and murmuring then subsides to rest!
Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,
rises on time's eventful sea,

and having swell'd a moment there
thus melts into eternity.

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PEACE

T. MOORE

WHILE hunters bold ride homeward with the spoil;

WHILE

while bugles ring and forest echoes cry;

while mowers laugh, while reapers sing and toil;
while vintage bands go, like a revel, by;
while bridals pass, while poor men bless,
while Yule is blithe, while Summer fair,

O, would'st thou change the flowing songs of peace
for triumphs and despair?

THE DEATH-BED

F. TENNYSON

WE watched her breathing through the night,

WE

her breathing soft and low,

as in her breast the wave of life

kept heaving to and fro.

So silently we seemed to speak,

so slowly moved about,

as we had lent her half our powers
to eke her living out.

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Our very hopes belied our fears,

our fears our hopes belied;

we thought her dying when she slept,
and sleeping when she died.

But when the morn came dim and sad
and chill with early showers,
her quiet eyelids closed-she had

another morn than ours.

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OOY! ere the cares of life lie dim

Bon thy young spirit's wings,

now in thy morn forget not Him
from whom each pure thought springs.
So, in the onward vale of tears
where'er thy path may be,

when strength hath bowed to evil years
He will remember thee.

AS

LOCAL ATTACHMENT

S the fond bird through night and morn
still flutters round the rifled nest,
and loves the scene, though now forlorn,
where once her brooding heart was blessed':
so do I love to hover here

where dreams of bliss I once enjoyed,
and haunt the spot, though fate severe
has all my brood of hope destroyed.

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THE HARM OF LIBERTY

IRDS that are long in cages aw'd,
if they get out, awhile will roam;
but straight want skill to live abroad,
then pine and hover near their home.
And to the ocean rivers run

from being pent in banks of flowers;
not knowing that the exhaling sun
will send them back in weeping showers.

SIR W. D'AVENANT

TO GOD ON HIS SICKNESSE

WHAT on the willow-tree?

WHAT though my harp and violl be

what though my bed be now my grave,
and for my house I darknesse have?
what though my healthfull days are fled,
and I lie numbred with the dead?
Yet I have hope, by Thy great power,
to spring, though now a withered flower.

R. HERRICK

MISFORTUNE THE SCHOOL OF FORTITUDE

HE

E shall not dread Misfortune's angry mien,
nor feebly sink beneath her tempest rude,
whose soul hath learned, through many a trying scene,
to smile at fate and suffer unsubdued.

In the rough school of billows, clouds and storms,
nursed and matured the pilot learns his art:
thus Fate's dread ire by many a conflict forms
the lofty spirit and enduring heart.

THE OAK

NBENDING 'midst the wintry skies

F. HEMANS

UNBENDING 'midst tis vigorous form,

and stern in rugged strength defies
the rushing of the storm.

Then severed from his native shore,
o'er ocean worlds the sail to bear,
still with those winds he braved before
he proudly struggles there.

F. HEMANS