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“And thou art gone from earth, like some fair dream,
Beheld in slumber, leaving nought behind
And there for evermore shall be enshrined.
“As ships that sail upon the boundless deep,
Yet leave no trace; or onwards in their flight,
Leave no impress, and soon are lost to sight
“So those who to eternity do pass,
Like shadows disappear, and nought remains
This lesson of observant thought,
That never where ancestral pride
To Sir Wm. Massy Stanley, Baronet, on receiving a present of woodcocks. “At a season when dunning the mind with dread fills,
You send me the only acceptable bills ;
Lines in pencilling in a common-place book of Lady Blessington.
“Ye gods, what is it that I see?
Oh, who a grandfather would be !
TRIALS AND AFFLICTIONS.
“My heart is like a frozen fountain, over which the ice is too hard to allow of the stream beneath flowing with vigour, though enough of vitality remains to make the chilling rampart that divides its waters from light and air insupportable. "*
“A knowledge of the nothingless of life is seldom attained except by those of superior minds.”
“The first heavy affliction that falls on us, rends the veil of life, and lets us see all its darkness."
* This entry is in the early part of the Night Thoughts Book, dated 21st Oct. 1834.
“Desperate is the grief of him whom prosperity has hardened, and who feels the first arrow of affliction strike at his heart, through the life of an object dearest to him on earth.”
“The separation of death is less terrible than the moral divorce of two hearts which have loved, but have ceased to sympathize, with memory recalling what they once were to each other.”
“Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation which submits.
“Sorrow in its exaltation seemes to have an instinctive sympathy with the sufferings of others. Brissot observes, 'L'ame exaltée par la douleur se monte au diapason d'un autre ame blessée, aussi facilement que la violon qui, sans etre touché se met a l'acord de l'instrument qu'on fait vibrer loin
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“How many errors do we confess to our Creator, which we dare not discover to the most fallible of our fellowcreatures !”
"Fatality is another name for misconduct.
LINES ADDRESSED TO LADY BLESSINGTON BY VARIOUS
LINES written by Walter Savage Landor to Lady Blessington :
“What language, let me think, is meet
For you, well called the Marguerite.
Latin version of the above lines by Mr. Landor.
"Quonam carmine te alloquar decenter
Vero nomine dicta Margarita !
“ February 28, 1848. “ DEAR LADY BLESSINGTON,
“The earthquake that has shaken all Italy and Sicily, has alone been able to shake a few cindery verses out of me. Yesterday there was glorious intelligence from France, and you will find, on the other side, the effect it produced on me within the hour. No! there will not be room for it. Here are some lines which I wrote when I was rather a younger man-date them fifty years back.
“Ever yours most truly,
W. S. LANDOR.
“ The fault is not mine if I love you too much
I lov'd you too little, too long;
The music so sweet of your tongue.
Though he never abandoned me yet;
Not even our follies forget.”
Lines of Walter Savage Landor, on a postscript of a letter from Florence, dated April 25, 1835:“Out of thy books, O Beauty! I had been
For many a year,
Replaced me there."
In one of the letters addressed to Lady Blessington, are the following beautiful lines, written by W. Savage Landor, after perusing a passage in a letter :
“ I have not forgotten your favourite old tune ; will you hear it ?"
Bring me the varied colours into light,
Shew me its flowers and figures fresh and bright.
Restore what envious years had moved away;
Youth's vernal noon, and Pleasure's summer day.”
TO THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.
While Arno gleam'd below,
Hung Cynthia's slender bow,