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HOUGH death's strong image in thy form we trace, come sleep! and fold me in thy soft embrace; come genial sleep! that sweetest blessing give
to die thus living and thus dead to live.
SWEET is Love and sweet is the Rose,
each has a flower and each has a thorn; roses die when the cold wind blows,
love, it is killed by lady's scorn!
EPITAPH ON SIR ISAAC NEWTON
ATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night;
THE VICISSITUDES OF HUMAN LIFE
ΠΑΙΓΝΙΟΝ ἐστι τύχης μερόπων βίος, οἰκτρός, αλήτης,
THE SORROWS OF CHILDHOOD
Tis like the dewdrop on the rose;
when next the summer breeze comes by
SIR W. SCOTT
E let the tender office long engage
with lenient aft extend a mother's breath,
make languor smile and smoothe the bed of death, explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
and save awhile one parent from the sky.
APOLOGY FOR VAGRANTS
OLD on Canadian hills or Minden's plain perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; bent o'er her babe, her eyes dissolved in dew, the big drops mingling with the milk he drew gave the sad presage of his future years— the child of misery baptized in tears.
EPITAPH ON JAMES CRAGGS IN
TATESMAN, yet friend to truth, of soul sincere;
in action faithful and in honour clear:
who broke no promise, served no private end;
praised wept and honoured by the Muse he loved.
EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE
NDERNEATH this sable herse lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another learned and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
LOVE OUTLIVES TIME
DEVOURING Time with stealing pace
makes lofty oaks and cedars bow;
and marble towers and gates of brass
SPIRIT OF PLATO
EAGLE, Why Snarest thoury pure home
AGLE, why soarest thou above that tomb?
I am the image of swift Plato's spirit
P. B. SHELLEY
WOMAN in our hours of ease
uncertain coy and hard to please
and variable as the shade
by the light quivering aspen made,
SIR W. SCOTT
HEN Neptune towering o'er her Adrian wave saw Venice rise and Ocean's rage enslave, 'Boast as thou wilt of Rome' to Jove he cried 'her rock Tarpeian and thy Mars her guide,' yet own, though Tiber lure thee from the seas, that mortals reared those walls, immortals these.
DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS
E. A. SMEDLEY
IVE while you live' the Epicure would say
' and give to God each moment as it flies.'
EPIGRAM ON MILTON
'HREE poets, in three distant ages born,
the first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
to make a third she joined the other two.
THE MOTHER'S STRATAGEM
WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
and the blue vales a thousand joys recall,
see to the last, last verge her infant steals!
ON THOMAS MOORE'S DAUGHTER
SWEET child, when on thy beauteous face
the blush of innocence I view,
thy gentle mother's features trace,
INSCRIPTION ON AN AEOLIAN HARP
HALL heavenly harp where Memnon's skill is shewn,
that charm'st the ear with music all thine own, which though untouched canst rapturous strains impart, O rich of genuine nature, free from art!
Such the wild warblings of the sylvan throng,
so simply sweet the untaught virgin's song.
A PEARLY dew-drop see some flower adorn
and grace with tender beam the rising morn;
but soon the sun permits a fiercer ray,
a fate like this to thee, sweet boy, was given:
Ljust as fate or fancy carries;
OVE he comes, and Love he tarries,
longest stays, when sorest chidden;
of fresh beauty for its fuel:
love's wing moults when caged and captured;
TO HIS DEPARTED FRIEND HERACLITUS
ΕΙΠΕ τις Ἡράκλειτε τεὸν μόρον, ἐς δέ με δάκρυ
ΑΥΤΑΙ σοι στομάτεσσιν ἀνηρείψαντο μέλισσαι
TO A BEE SETTLING ON A LADY'S CHEEK
ΑΝΘΟΔΙΑΙΤΕ μέλισσα, τί μοι χροὸς Ηλιοδώρας
ἤ σύ γε μηνύεις ὅτι καὶ γλυκὺ καὶ δυσύποιστον
ΜΗΤΕ βαθυκτεάνοιο τύχης κουφίζει ῥοίζῳ
ἡ δ ̓ ἀρετὴ σταθερόν τι καὶ ἄτροπον, ἧς ἐπὶ μούνης