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So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.
The Death of the Virtuous.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

MRS. BARBAULD.

But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long;
Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner.
Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more :
Till, like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Edipus, Act iv. Sc. 1.

J. DRYDEN.

EASTER.

"Christ the Lord is risen to-day,"
Sons of men and angels say.

Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.
"Christ the Lord is risen to-day."

C. WESLEY.

Yes, He is risen who is the First and Last; Who was and is; who liveth and was dead; Beyond the reach of death He now has passed, Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head. He is Risen.

Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right;
Faith and Hope triumphant say
Christ will rise on Easter Day.

An Easter Carol.

H. BONAR.

PH. BROOKS.

Rise, heart! thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise
Without delays

Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise

With Him mayst rise

That as His death calcined thee to dust,

His life may make thee gold, and much more just. Easter.

Spring bursts to-day,

G. HERBERT.

For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play. An Easter Carol.

C. G. ROSSETTI.

ECCLESIASTICISM.

With crosses, relics, crucifixes,
Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes;
The tools of working out salvation
By mere mechanic operation.

Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I.

S. BUTLER.

Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.

The Dunciad, Bk. III.

A. POPE.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did. Don Juan, Canto I.

LORD BYRON.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

Moral Essays, Epistle IV.

A. POPE.

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.

So shall they build me altars in their zeal,
Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel:
Where faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell,
Written in blood-and Bigotry may swell

The sail he spreads for Heaven with blast from hell!
Lalla Rookh: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.

T. MOORE.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. Childe Harold, Canto I.

LORD BYRON.

When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.

Hudibras, Pt. I. Canto III.

S. BUTLER.

Yes, rather plunge me back in pagan night,
And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
Than be the Christian of a faith like this,
Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
Intolerance.

T. MOORE.

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 't is more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.
Religio Laici.

J. DRYDEN.

DISCONTENT.

Past and to come seem best; things present worst. King Henry IV., Pt. II. Act i. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Julius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. 2.

To sigh, yet feel no pain,

SHAKESPEARE.

To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with beauty's chain,
Then throw it idly by.

The Blue Stocking.

DISTANCE.

T. MOORE.

Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?—
'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Thus, with delight, we linger to survey
The promised joys of life's unmeasured way.
Pleasures of Hope, Pt. I.

T. CAMPBELL.

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,

Frozen by distance.

Address to Kilchurn Castle.

W. WORDSWORTH.

How he fell

From heaven they fabled, thrown by angry Jove
Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,

A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.

Paradise Lost, Bk. I.

MILTON.

What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

DOUBT.

Modest doubt is called

The beacon of the wise.

Troilus and Cressida, Act ii. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

Who never doubted, never half believed, Where doubt there truth is--'t is her shadow. Festus: Sc. A Country Town.

P. J. BAILEY.

Uncertain ways unsafest are,
And doubt a greater mischief than despair.

Cooper's Hill.

SIR J. DENHAM.

But the gods are dead-

Ay, Zeus is dead, and all the gods but Doubt,
And Doubt is brother devil to Despair!

Prometheus: Christ.

J. B. O'REILLY.

Our doubts are traitors

And make us lose the good we oft might win .

By fearing to attempt.

Measure for Measure, Act i. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.

Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out. Seek and Find.

R. HERRICK.

Dubious is such a scrupulous good man-
Yes-you may catch him tripping if you can,
He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own;
With hesitation admirably slow,

He humbly hopes-presumes-it may be so.
Conversation.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity

W. COWPER.

Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be.

Childe Harold, Canto III.

LORD BYRON.

The wound of peace is surety,

Surety secure; but modest doubt is called

The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
To the bottom of the worst.

Troilus and Cressida, Act ii. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

DREAM.

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

Fables: The Cock and the Fox.

J. DRYDEN.

'Twas but a dream,-let it pass,-let it vanish like so many others!

What I thought was a flower is only a weed, and is worth

less.

Courtship of Miles Standish, Pt.

VIII.

H. W. LONGFELLOW.

One of those passing rainbow dreams,
Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,

In trance or slumber, round the soul!

Lalla Rookh: Fire Worshippers.

T. MOORE.

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand :
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne ;
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul when man doth sleep,

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams, And into glory peep.

Ascension Hymn.

H. VAUGHAN.

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark

Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple day break-little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.
Sonnet: Sleep.

T. B. ALDRICH.

Dreams are the children of an idle brain. Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.

DRESS.

Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.

Euphues, 1579.

The soul of this man is his clothes.

J. LYLY.

All's Well that Ends Well, Act ii. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside.

As You Like It, Act i. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

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