The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right. "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, Lazzi. The sweet simplicity of the three per cents.2 Chap, zevi, ROBERT MONTGOMERY. 1807-1855. And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face The Omnipresence of the Deity. Part i. The soul aspiring pants its source to mount, The solitary monk who shook the world Ibid. Luther. Man's Need and God's Supply. And not from Nature up to Nature's God,5 1 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. it." 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 Poems (Eleventh Edition). Edinburgh Review, April, 1830. These lines were omitted in the subsequent edition of the poem. 5 See Bolingbroke, page 304. Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright A word in season spoken The bud is on the bough again, Come, wander with me. A Word in Season. The leaf is on the tree. The Meeting of Spring and Summer. I have heard the mavis singing We have lived and loved together Mary of Argyle. Through many changing years; We have lived and loved together. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 1807-1882. (From the edition of 1886.) Look, then, into thine heart, and write !1 Voices of the Night. Prelude Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" Life is real! life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Was not spoken of the soul. Art is long, and time is fleeting,3 A Psalm of Life. And our hearts, though stout and brave, Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Lives of great men all remind us With a heart for any fate; 5 1 See Philip Sidney, page 34. 2 Things are not always what they seem. — Fable 2. 8 See Chaucer, page 6. Art is long, life is short. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. PHEDRUS: Fables, book ir - GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister, vii. 9. Our lives are but our marches to the grave.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER" The Humorous Lieutenant, act iii. sc. 5. 5 See Byron, page 553. There is a reaper whose name is Death,1 The Reaper and the Flowers. The star of the unconquered will. Oh, fear not in a world like this, To suffer and be strong. The Light of Stars. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, The hooded clouds, like friars, Ibid. Flowers. Midnight Mass. No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. Sunrise on the Hills. No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, For Time will teach thee soon the truth, Endymion It is not always May Into each life some rain must fall, 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.) 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.' O suffering, sad humanity! The Goblet of Life Ibid Standing with reluctant feet Womanhood and childhood fleet! O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands; life hath snares! Maidenhood. Ibid. The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3. A banner with the strange device. This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been. The day is done, and the darkness From an eagle in his flight. A feeling of sadness and longing And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Excelsior. A Gleam of Sunshine. The Day is done. And the night shall be filled with music, 1 The light of Heaven restore; Ibid. Ibid. POPE: The Iliad, book xvii. line 730 See Byron, page 553. |