But 'neath yon crimson tree, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. Autumn Woods. The groves were God's first temples. Forest Hymn. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. The Death of the Flowers. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. Loveliest of lovely things are they, Ibid. A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. Truth crushed to earth shall rise again : HENRY TAYLOR. The world knows nothing of its greatest men. Philip Van Artevelde. Parti. Act i. Sc. 5. An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine. Ibid. He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity. We figure to ourselves Ibid. The thing we like, and then we build it up Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Ibid. Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind Wakens the slumbering ages. Act i. Sc. 7. PHILIP JAMES BAILEY. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;" In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. Festus. Life's but a means unto an end, that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things - God. Ibid. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them: and the truth of truths is love. Ibid. LYDIA MARIA CHILD. England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm, in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. From The 1 A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, by deeds, not years. Sheridan, Pizarro, Act iv. Sc. I. ALFRED TENNYSON. Broad based upon her people's will, For it was in the golden prime Recollections of the Arabian Nights. Across the walnuts and the wine. The Miller's Daughter. O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through Fatima. St. 3. I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, The Palace of Art. From yon blue heaven above us bent, Smile at the claims of long descent. Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good.1 Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. Ibid. 1 Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus. Juvenal, Sat. viii. Line 20. To be noble, we 'll be good. Winefreda. You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year; Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The May Queen. I am a part of all that I have met.1 Ulysses. In the spring a livelier iris changes on the bur nish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Locksley Hall. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. Ibid. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. Ibid. Ibid. With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. 1 I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me. Ibid. Byron, Childe Harold, Canto iii. St. 72. |