But tell me, nymphs! what power

divine

Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

Wallenstein.

Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The fair humanities of old religion,

The power, the beauty, and the majesty,

That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,

Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,

Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.

The Death of Wallenstein.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Clothing the palpable and familiar

With golden exhalations of the dawn.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Often do the spirits

Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

To a Lady,

OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.

I have heard of reasons manifold

Why love must needs be blind,

But this the best of all I hold

His eyes are in his mind.

What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;

But what within is good and fair

He seeth with the heart.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

1774-1843.

Thalaba.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray

The desert-circle spreads,

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!

The Curse of Kehama.

Canto X.

They sin who tell us love can die.

With life all other passions fly,

All others are but vanity.

CHARLES LAMB.

1775-1834.

Old Familiar Faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Detached Thoughts on Books.

Books which are no books.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

1777-1844.

PLEASURES OF HOPE.

Part i. Line 7.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Line 359.

O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.

Line 381.

Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

Part ii. Line 5.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name ?

While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

Line 95.

There shall he love, when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

Line 194.

That gems the starry girdle of the year.

Line 263.

Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

Line 325.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?

Line 377.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between.

O'Conner's Child.

Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;

And every hand that dealt the blow,
Ah me! it was a brother's!

Lochiel's Warning.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

Ye Mariners of England.

Ye mariners of England!

That guard our native seas,

Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,

Her home is on the deep..

The Soldier's Dream.

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.

But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

Hohenlinden.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!