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thine eye: if I thy guiltless bosom had, mine own would not be dry!--Come hither, hither, my stanch yeoman, why dost thou look so pale? Or dost thou

dread a French foeman, or shiver at the gale? Manly regret

“Deem'st thou I tremble for my life? Sir Childe, I'm not so weak; but thinking on an absent wife will blanch a faithful cheek. My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, along the bordering lake; and when they on their father call, what answer shall she make?”

Enough, enough, my yeoman good, thy grief let none gainsay; but I, that am of lighter mood, will laugh to flee away. For, who would trust the seeming sighs of friend or paramour? fresh feres

will dry the bright blue eyes we late saw streaming Resignation o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils

gathering near; my greatest grief is—that I leave Desolately nothing that claims a tear. And now I'm in the

world alone, upon the wide, wild sea; Ibut, why

should I for others groan, when none will sigh for Contempt me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, till

fed by stranger-hands; but, long ere I come back Bitterly again, he'd tear me where he stands. With thee,

my bark, I'll swiftly go athwart the foaming brine; nor care whatland thou bear'st me to, so not again to mine! Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!— and, when you fail my sight, welcome, ye deserts and ye caves !-My native land, -Good night!

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X.-MIDNIGHT. —Thomson.


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Solemn narra. As yet ’tis midnight deep: The weary clouds slow

meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, let me associate with the serious Night, and Contemplation, her sedate compeer; let me shake off the intrusive cares

of day, and lay the meddling senses all aside. Sorrowful ro- Where now, ye lying vanities of life, ye ever

tempting, ever-cheating train, where are ye now ? and what is your amount ?—vexation, disappointment, and remorse. Sad, sickening thought! and yet, deluded man, -a scene of crude, disjointed visions past, and broken slumbers,—rises still re


solved, with new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round. -Father of light and life! thou Good Earnest prayer supreme! Oh, teach me what is good; teach meThyself: save me from folly, vanity, and vice; from every low pursuit; and feed my soul with knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure-sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss !



I CHARM thy life from the weapons of strife, from Indignant stone and from wood, from fire and from flood, from the serpent's tooth, and the beasts of blood; from sickness I charm thee, and time shall not harm thee, but earth, which is mine, its fruits shall deny Malice thee; and water shall hear me, and know thee and fly thee; and the winds shall not touch thee when Hate they pass by thee; and the dews shall not wet thee when they fallnigh thee: and thou shalt seek death to release thee, in vain; thou shalt live in thy pain, Revengeful joy while Kehama shall reign with a fire in thy heart, Exultation and a fire in thy brain; and sleep shall obey me, Desperate and visit thee-never! and the curse shall be on thee for ever and ever!


XII.-ON PROCRASTINATION.-Young. Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer: next day, Remonstrance thefatal precedent will plead; thuson—till Wisdom is pushed out of life. Procrastination is the thief of Time. Year after year it steals, till all are fled; and, to the mercies of a moment, leaves the vast concerns of an eternal scene.

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears the palm :-That all men are about to live : for ever Surprise with: on the brink of being born. All

pay themselves the compliment to think, they, one day, shall not drivel; and their pride on this reversion takes up ready praise; at least their own: their future selves Haughtiness applaud, how excellent that life-they ne'er will lead! Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails; that lodged in Fate's, to Wisdom they consign: the thing they can't but purpose, they post- Displeasure


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pone. 'Tis not in Folly, not to scorn a fool, and scarce in human Wisdom to do more. All promise is-poor dilatory man, and that through every stage. When young, indeed, in full content we sometimes nobly rest, unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, as duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty, chides his infamous delay; pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then—dies the same.

And why? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; themselves, when some alarming shock of fate strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread; but their hearts wounded, like the wounded air,—s

-soon close: where passed the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, the parted wave no furrow from the keel; so dies in human hearts the thought of death. Even with the tender tear, which Nature sheds o'er those we love, we drop it—in their grave!

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Joyous wish The spirit, Independence, let me share: lord of the

lion heart and eagle eye! thy steps I follow with

my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls Delight along the sky. Thou, guardian genius, thou didst

teach my youth pomp and her tinsel livery to Delight despise : my lips, by thee chastised to early truth, 1 Indignation ne'er paid that homage 'which the heart denies. Those sculptured halls my

feet shall never tread, indignation

where varnished Vice and Vanity, combined to

dazzle and seduce, their banners spread, and forge Contempt

vile shackles for the free-born mind: where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears, and all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; and Title his ill-woven chaplet wears—full often wreathed around the miscreant's brow: where ever-dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain, presents her cup of stale profession's froth; and pale Disease, with all his bloated train, torments the sons of gluttony and sloth. In Fortune's car



behold theminion ride, with either India's glittering spoils oppressed : so moves the sumpter-mule, in harnessed pride, that bears the treasure which he cannot taste. For him let venal bards disgrace Indignation the bay, and hireling minstrels wake the tinkling string; her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure lay, and all her jingling bells fantastic Folly ring; disquiet, doubt, and dread shall intervene; and Warning Nature, still to all her feelings just, in vengeance hang a damp on every scene, shook from the baneful pinions of Disgust.

Nature I'll court in her sequestered haunts, by Admiration mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; where the poised lark his evening ditty chants, and health, and

peace, and contemplation dwell. There Delight Study shall with Solitude recline, and Friendship pledge me to his fellow-swains; and Toil and Temperance sedately twine the slender cord that fluttering life sustains; and fearless Poverty shall guard thedoor; and Taste unspoiled the frugal table spread; and Industry supply the humble store; and Sleep, unbribed, his dews refreshing shed : whitemantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, shall chase far off the goblins of the night; and Independence o’er Defiance the day preside:-propitious power! my patron and Joy my pride.



SWEET Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, oft up Delight the stream of time I turn my sail to view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, blessed with far greener Regret shades, far fresher bowers.

When joy's bright sun has shed his evening ray, Sorrow and hope's delusive meteors cease to play, when clouds on clouds the smiling prospect close, still through the gloom thy star serenely glows: like Delight yon fair orb she gilds the brow of night with the mild magic of reflected light.

And who can tell the triumphs of the mind by Exultation truth illumined and by taste refined ? When age Tenderness has quenched the eye and closed the ear, still nerved for action in her native sphere oft will she Energy


rise; with searching glance pursue some long-loved image vanished from her view; dart through the deep recesses of the past, o'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast; with giant grasp fling back the folds of night, and snatch the faithless fugitive to

light. Delight

Hail, Memory, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine, fromage to ageunnumbered glories shine. Thought and hor shadowy brood thy call obey, and place and time are subject to thy sway. Thy pleasures

most we feel when most alone, the only pleasures Instruction we can call our own. Lighter than air, hope's sum

mor visions fly, if but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky: if but a beam of sober reason play, lo! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away: but can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, snatch the rich relics of a

well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit Calm admira- wings her flight, pour round her path a stream of

living light; and gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, where Virtue triumphs and her sons are blest.


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XV.-BEAUTY AND EXPRESSION.-Thomas Moore. THERE's a beauty for ever unchangingly bright, like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender: that was not her beauty—that sameness of splendour; but the loveliness ever in motion, which plays like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days; now here and now there giving warmth, as it flies from the lips to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes. When pensive, it seemed as if that very

grace, that charm of all others, was born with her SForce-tarch. face; sand when angry,--for e'en in the tranquillest

climes light breezes will ruffle the flowers someExplanation times—the short, passing anger but seemed to

awaken new beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken. If tenderness touched her, the dark of her eye at once took a darker, a heavenlier dye; from the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings from innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings. Then her mirth-oh! 'twas sportive as ever took wing from the heart with a burst, like the




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