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Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
How widely its agencies vary –
- to bless
A Table of Errata.
And have a good cry!
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Then, never less alone than when alone. *
* Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset.
De Officiis, Lib. iii. cap. 1. CICERO.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves, not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ;
With many a fall, shall linger near.
To a Tear.
law which moulds a tear
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube.
Beats strong amid the hills.
The Men of old. Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, · But I loved the great sea more and more.
Locksley Hall. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its
novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daugh
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose
runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process
of the suns.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves
And topples round the dreary west
Fatima. St. 3.
The Princess. Canto iv. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ;