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REMORSE.

COME, gentle Sleep! attend thy votary's prayer, And, though Death's image, to my couch repair! How sweet, though lifeless, yet with Life to lie! And, without dying, oh how sweet to die!

JOHN WOLCOT (1738-1819).

QUOTATIONS ON POETRY.

God is the PERFECT POET, Who in creation acts his own conceptions. ROBERT BROWNING, Paracelsus.

There be "subtle" and "sweet" that are bad ones to beat,

There are "lives unlovely,” and “souls astray”; There is much to be done yet with "moody" and "meet,"

And "ghastly" and "grimly," and "gaunt," and "grey";

We should ever be "blithesome" but never be "gay,"

And "splendid " is suited to "summer" and "sea”; "Consummate," they say, is enjoying its day,"Intense" is the adjective dearest to me! ANDREW LANG, Ballades.

The earth is given

To us: we reign by virtue of a sense

Which lets us hear the rhythm of that old verse,
The ring of that old tune to which she spins.
Humanity is given to us: we reign

By virtue of a sense which lets us in

To know its troubles ere they have been told,
And take them home and lull them into rest
With mournfulest music. Time is given to us,—
Time past, time future. Who, good sooth, beside
Have seen it well, have walked this empty world