In vain with various arts they strive Bid to the skies th' ambitious tower ascend; Of vanquish'd monarchs tumbled from the throne; Rushing with strong and steady current, bears Deep in whose dread abyss the glory lies Where's now imperial Rome, Who erst to subject kings denounced their doom And shook the sceptre o'er a trembling world? From her proud height by force barbarian hurl'd! Now, on some broken capital reclined, The sage of classic mind Her awful relics views with pitying eye, The prostrate fanes and mouldering domes among, He sees the mighty ghosts of heroes stalk In melancholy majesty along; Or pensive hover o'er the ruins round, Where old Euphrates winds his storied flood, The barren shores and solitary plain, Yet, 'tis Divinity's implanted fire To grandeur, fame, and bliss beyond a bound. Yes, friend! let noble deeds and noble aims Some worthy monument may still declare Not such as mad ambition's votaries raise On Virtue's adamantine rock, That to the skies shall lift its towering head Plann'd like a Memphian pyramid sublime, By just degrees, and with a daring grace LA passion peut haïr l'objet de son amour; mais quand le lien s'est formé par les rapports sacrés de l'ame, il semble que le crime même ne sauroit l'anéantir, et qu'on attend le remords comme après une longue absence on attendroit le retour. MAD. DE STAEL. As those we love decay, we die in part; 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. THOMSON. Isabella. WHAT wouldst thou have, good fellow ! Painter. JUSTICE, Madam. Hieronimo. O ambitious beggar, wouldst thou have that That lives not in the world? Why, all the undelved mines cannot buy An ounce of Justice, 'tis a jewel so inestimable. I tell thee, God hath engross'd all justice in his hands, And there is none but what comes from him. KYD'S SPANISH TRAGEDY. A VIRGIN'S honor is a chrystal tower, Which being weak is guarded with good spirits; CYRIL TOURNEUR. TRUE bravery is sedate and inoffensive. If it refuse to submit to insults, it offers none; begins no disputes, enters into no needless quarrels ; is above the little, troublesome ambition to be distinguished every moment. It hears in silence, and replies with modesty; fearing no enemy, and making none; and is as much ashamed of insolence, as cowardice. OGDEN. REPROACH or mute digust is the reward SMOLLET. THE SPIRITS' MYSTERIES. THE power that dwelleth in sweet sounds to waken Vague yearnings, like the sailor's for the shore, And dim remembrances, whose hue seems taken From some bright former state, our own no more; Is not this all a mystery ?-Who shall say Whence are those thoughts, and whither tends their way? The sudden images of vanish'd things, That o'er the spirit flash, we know not why; A word-scarce noted in its hour perchance, Full of sweet meanings now from this world flown; And the far wanderings of the soul in dreams, And wakening buried love, or joy, or fear, |