All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, They who inspire it most are fortunate, Prometheus Unbound. Act ii. Sc. 5. Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense. Julian and Maddalo. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.2 Ibid. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples. The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Adonais. xxx. Ibid. xxxii. Ibid. liii. 1 The pleasure of love is in loving. We are much happier in the passion we feel, than in that we inspire. - Rochefoucauld, Maxim 259. 2 And poets by their sufferings grow, As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. - Butler's Fragments. Music, when soft voices die, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Poems written in 1821. To The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow! You lie under a mistake, For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Ibid. Translation of Calderon's Magico Prodigioso. Scene i. Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.1 A Defence of Poetry. THOMAS DIBDIN. 1771-1841. O, it's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island! The Snug Little Island. WILLIAM L. MARCY. 1786-1857. They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the vic tors belong the spoils of the enemy. Speech in the United States Senate, January, 1832. 1 Compare Campbell. Page 442. FELICIA D. HEMANS. 1794-1835. The stately homes of England! How beautiful they stand, Amid their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land! The breaking waves dashed high The Homes of England. On a stern and rock-bound coast; And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. Ay, call it holy ground, Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found, - Through the laburnum's dropping gold They grew in beauty side by side, Alas for love, if thou wert all, Ibid. The Palm Tree. The Graves of a Household. The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; Ibid. Casabianca. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! Come to the sunset tree! The Hour of Death. The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done. Tyrolese Evening Song. In the busy haunts of men. Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Part i. Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! Siege of Valencia. Scene ix. O, call my brother back to me! I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee, Where is my brother gone? The Child's First Grief. I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, The Voice of Spring. G. W. BELLAMY. Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie. Simon the Cellarer. SCROPE DAVIES. Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins. Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835. BROUGHAM.—WILLARD. 497 LORD BROUGHAM. 1779-1868. Let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage, a personage less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array. Speech, Jan. 29, 1828. In my mind, he was guilty of no error, he was chargeable with no exaggeration, he was betrayed by his fancy into no metaphor, who once said, that all we see about us, kings, lords, and commons, the whole machinery of the state, all the apparatus of the system, and its varied workings, end in simply bringing twelve good men into a box. Present State of the Law, Feb. 7, 1828. Pursuit of Knowledge under Difficulties.1 Death was now armed with a new terror.2 EMMA WILLARD. 1787-1870. Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep. The Cradle of the Deep. 1 The title given by Lord Brougham to a book published in 1830. 2 Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the Ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end. Although to an expiring Chancellor Death was now armed with a new terror. - Campbell's Lives of the Chancellors, Vol. viii. p. 163. Lord St. Leonards attributes this phrase to Sir Charles Wetherell, who used it on the occasion referred to by Lord Campbell. From Edmund Curll's practice of issuing miserable catch-penny lives of every eminent person immediately after his decease, Arbuthnot wittily styled him "one of the new terrors of death."- - Carruther's Life of Pope, 2d ed., p. 149. |