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Press on! for it is godlike to unloose
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;
Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,
And, in the very fetters of your flesh,
Mating with the pure essences of heaven!
Press on!" for in the grave there is no work
And no device."-Press on! while yet you
may!

a. WILLIS-From a Poem delivered at
Yale College in 1827.
Ambition has but one reward for all:
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
WILLIAM WINTER-The Queen's

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Domain. Line 90. Talents angel-bright,

If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

C. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VI.

Too low they build who build stars.

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O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,

If I but remember only

Pt. II. Line 386.

Such as these have lived and died! g. LONGFELLOW-Footsteps of Angels. The good one, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe, It cannot be recalled. It is already Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished.

The rest is yours.

h. LONGFELLOW-Christus, The Golden Legend. Pt. VI.

All God's angels come to us disguised;
Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,
One after other lift their frowning masks,
And we behold the seraph's face beneath,
All radiant with the glory and the calm
Of having looked upon the front of God.
i. LOWELL-On the Death of a Friend's
Child. Line 21.

An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays ;-
I only know she came and went.
j. LOWELL-She Came and Went.

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Sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smiled!

N. MILTON-Comus. Line 249.
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings
display'd,

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MILTON-Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110.
Angel voices sung

The mercy of their God, and strung
Their harps.

p. MOORE-Loves of the Angels.

Third Angel's Story.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

.. ROGERS-Human Life.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. r. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2.

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Henry V. Act III. Sc. 1.

His reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search..

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Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1.

If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compul

sion. V.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. 20. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I. Sc 2. Leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method. x. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear.

y. Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 2.

She hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and dis

course,

And well she can persuade.

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