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The world is a wheel, and it will all coine round right.
Endymion. Chap. ltd. “ As for that,” said Waldenshare, “sensible men are all of the same religion.” “Pray, what is that ? ” inquired the Prince. Sensible men never tell.” 1
Chap. karzi. The sweet simplicity of the three per
ROBERT MONTGOMERY. 1807-1855.
And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face
The Omnipresence of the Deity. Part i.
Ibid. The solitary monk who shook the world From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump Thunder'd its challenge from his dauntless lips In peals of truth. Luther. Man's Need and God's Supply. And not from Nature up to Nature's God, But down from Nature's God look Nature through.
Ibid. A Landscape of Domestic Life. i See Johnson, page 370.
An anecdote is related of Sir Anthony Ashley Cooper (1621–1683), who, in speaking of religion, said, “ People differ in their discourse and profession about these matters, but men of sense are really but of one religion." To the inquiry of “ What religion ? " the Earl said, “Men of sense never tell
· BURNET: History of my own Times, vol. i. p. 175, note (edition 1833). 2 See Stowell, page 437. 3 See Byron, page 547.
4 We take this to be, on the whole, the worst similitude in the world In the first place, no stream meanders or can possibly meander level with the fount. In the next place, if streams did meander level with their founts, no two motions can be less like each other than that of meandering level and that of mounting upwards. – MACAULAY: Review of Montgomery's Poemis (Eleventh Edition). Edinburgh Review, April, 1830.
These lines were omitted in the subsequent edition of the poem. 5 See Bolingbroke, page 304.
CHARLES JEFFERYS. 1807-1865.
Come o'er the moonlit sea,
The Moonlit Sea
The Rose of Allandale. Meek and lowly, pure and holy, Chief among the “ blessed three.”
Charity Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright On river and forest, o’er mountain and lea.
Come, wander with me. A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast.
A Word in Season. The bud is on the bough again, The leaf is on the tree.
The Meeting of Spring and Summer.
Its love-song to the morn;
Mary of Argyle.
Through many changing years;
We have lived and loved together.
LADY DUFFERIN. 1807-1867.
I'm sitting on the stile, Mary,
Lament of the Irish Emigrant
For the poor make no new friends;
The few our Father sends !
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 1807-1882.
(From the edition of 1886.)
Voices of the Night. Prelude
“Life is but an empty dream !”
A Psalm of Life.
And the grave is not its goal;
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
We can make our lives sublime,
With a heart for any fate;6
1 See Philip Sidney, page 34.
, book is Fable 2. 8 See Chaucer, page 6. Art is long, life is short. – GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister, vii. 9. Our lives are but our marches to the
grave.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Humorous Lieutenant, act iii. sc. 5.
6 See Byron, page 553.
There is a reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen
The Reaper and the Flowers.
The Light of Stars.
And thou shalt know erelong,
Ibid. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Flowers.
The hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Sunrise on the Hills.
No one is so accursed by fate,
But some heart, though unknown,
It is not always Muy
The Rainy Day.
1 There is a Reaper whose name is death. – ARNIM AND BRENTANO: Erntelied. (From "Des Knaben Wunderhorn,” ed. 1857, vol. i. p. 59.)
2 Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. — CERVANTES Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxxiv.
The prayer of Ajax was for light.'
The Goblet of Life
Maidenhood. O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands; life hath snares !
Ibid. She floats upon the river of his thoughts.?
The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3. A banner with the strange device.
Let me review the scene,
A Gleam of Sunshine
Falls from the wings of Night,
The Day is done.
That is not akin to pain,
And the cares that infest the day
1 The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Pope: The Iliad, book xvii. line 730. ? See Byron, page 553.