Find out the peaceful hermitage, These pleasures, Melancholy, give, Brilliants. FREEDOM. 'Tis vain-my tongue cannot impart Survey'd earth, ocean, sun and sky, BYRON. HYPOCRISY. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eyes, SHAKSPERE. OCEAN. the dark pile of cloud shook with the voice Of Zeus, who answer'd-" He shall be restored, But not return'd to earth. His cycle moves Ascending! The deep sea the announcement heard; And from beneath its ever-shifting thrones, The murmuring of a solemn joy sent up. HORNE. MORNING. On his shoulders Night Flinging his ebon mantle rent with storms, PENNIE. DUTY AND DEATH. O ever in our lowest grades of sense, Or when we use false shifts to bring about Ends otherwise all good, or when our hearts Are in the heaping up of cumbrous wealth, We tremble for our safety and fear death, Lest it should come between us and our heaps, Let fall the cloak that blinded our false shifts, Or take us from the luxury of sense.But in our highest walks where duty leads, Not falteringly in doubt, but to the right Pressing still onward, then is life itself Sunk in the right, and asks no separate care. If right be gulf'd in death, duty leaps in, With eye full on the right, but blind to death. The soul's integrity we buy with life, And hold ourselves the gainers :-yet if life We had not after that, where were the gain? ANONYMOUS. SATAN. He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, MILTON. Emilia. 'Twas Agatha. MUSIC. And very fair she was, and very meek : Philostratus. What, in music! Emilia. Ay, sir: for what is music, if sweet words Rising from tender fancies be not so? Methinks there is no sound so gentle, none, Not even the south-wind young, when first he comes BARRY CORNWALL. FAITH. Good love, however ill-placed, Is better for a man's soul in the end The wild goat's footprint on the loamy down, EARTHLY LOVE. The chain of earthly love is ever breaking; ANONYMOUS. WISDOM MISAPPLIED. By ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. If I were thou, O Butterfly, And poised my purple wings, to spy I would not waste my strength on those, If I were thou, O working bee, I would not hive it at man's door, If I were thou, O eagle proud, And screamed the thunder back aloud, I would not build my eyrie-throne, If I were thou, O gallant steed, I would not meeken to the rein, If I were thou, red-breasted bird, I would not overstay delight, While yet I spake, a touch was laid VOL. VI. S 91 "If I were thou, who singst this song, Most wise for others, and most strong In seeing right, while doing wrong; "I would not waste my cares, and choose, As thou,-to seek what thou must lose, Such gains as perish in the use. "I would not work where none can win, As thou, half way 'twixt grief and sin, But look above, and judge within. "I would not let my pulse beat high, As thou,-toward fame's regality, Nor yet in love's great jeopardy. "I would not champ the hard cold bit, As thou,-of what the world thinks fit,But take God's freedom, using it. "I would not play earth's winter out, "Then sing, O singer!-but allow NEVER DESPAIR. By WALTER SAVAGE LANDOr. THE wisest of us all, when woe |