Yes! she will wake again, Although her glowing limbs are motionless, And silent those sweet lips, Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage, And on their lids, whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath, Her golden tresses shade The bosom's stainless pride, Curling like tendrils of the parasite Around a marble column. SHELLEY. LIKE to the falling of a star, BEAUMONT. LIFE is continually ravaged by invaders ;—one steals away an hour, and another a day; one conceals the robbery by hurrying us into business, another by lulling us with amusements. The depredation is continued through a thousand vicissitudes of tumult and tranquillity, till having lost all, we can lose no more. To put every man in possession of his own time, and rescue the day from a succession of usurpers, is beyond hope; yet, perhaps, some stop might be put to this unmerciful persecution, if all would seriously reflect, that whoever pays a visit that is not desired, or talks longer than the hearer is willing to attend, is guilty of an injury which he cannot repair, and takes away that which he cannot give. JOHNSON. O soden wo, that ever art successour To worldly blis! spreint is with bitternesse CHAUCER. NEVER write on a subject, without having first read yourself full on it; and never read on a subject, till you have thought yourself hungry on it. J. P. RICHTER. SINCE trifles make the sum of human things, But all may shun the guilt of giving pain. To all, the gift of minist'ring to ease The gentle offices of patient love; The mild forbearance at another's fault; The taunting word, suppress'd as soon as thought: If there be any suffering which more than another claims compassion, but receives it least, it is that mental misery occasioned by the consciousness of possessing powers, which, not meeting with proportionate external excitements to action, oppress, instead of invigorating, the mind, and render it the prey of wretchedness, apparently of its own creation. Beings thus organized, uninterested in the passing trifles of the hour, move gloomily through life; alternately the victims of apathy or imitation ; regarded as visionaries or misanthropes, beheld with wonder and dislike,-that species of dislike which the pride of human nature always induces it to feel towards whatever it cannot comprehend. But present before them objects of pursuit adequate to their desires,-awaken their bosom hopes,-rouse the master-spring of their passions,-touched with the spear of Ithuriel, their giant forms spring from the earth, new life is poured through their frames, new energies displayed in their actions; while the world beholds and confesses, with surprise, a metamorphosis which defies its comprehension. How vainly seek The selfish for that happiness denied To aught but virtue! Blind and harden'd they PREVALENT as every species of curiosity is among mankind, there is none which has so powerful an influence over every man, as the desire of knowing what the world may think of him. There is none, the gratification of which is so eagerly desired, or, in general, so heartily repented of. HONOUR, my lord, is much too proud to catch Stand at another bar than that of laws. BRIGHT be the place of thy soul! On earth thou wert all but divine, And our sorrow may cease to repine, Light be the turf of thy tomb! May its verdure like emeralds be; Young flowers, and an evergreen tree, But nor cypress, nor yew let us see; For why should we mourn for the blest? BYRON. STEADFASTNESS is a noble quality, but unguided by knowledge or humility, it becomes rashness. SWARTZ. |