12 13 Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, T. GRAY WEEP not for the gathered rose! Weep not for these! but weep for them, the living that must live alone! G. TREVOR THE DEATH OF THE GOOD POWER is passing from the earth but when the great and good depart, that man, who is from GOD sent forth, then wherefore should we mourn? W. WORDSWORTH 14 SERENADE HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, and Phoebus 'gins arise, his steeds to water at those springs with everything that pretty bin: arise, arise. W. SHAKESPEARE 15 TO A LADY, WITH FLOWERS FROM A ROMAN WALL AKE these flowers, which purple waving TAKE on the ruined rampart grew, Warriors from the breach of danger SIR W. SCOTT 16. THE RESURRECTION EGIN the song, and strike the living lyre ; BEG lo, how the years to come, a numerous and wellfitted quire, all hand in hand do decently advance and to my song with smooth and equal measures dance. Whilst the dance last, how long soe'er it be, till all gentle notes be drowned in the last trumpet's dreadful sound. די THE RAINBOW A. COWLEY 18 MY Y heart leaps up when I behold so was it when my life began, The Child is father of the Man, W. WORDSWORTH 'TIS sweet to hear at midnight on the blue and moonlit deep the song and oar of Adria's gondolier, by distance mellowed, o'er the waters sweep; 'tis sweet to see the evening star appear; 'tis sweet to listen as the night-winds creep from leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high the rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. LORD BYRON 19 LITTLE IS BEST HE that is down need fear no fall, he that is low no pride; he that is humble ever shall Fulness to such a burthen is 20 21 SIR W. SCOTT NOT THE PATH OF DUTY OT once or twice in our rough island story the path of duty was the way to glory : he that walks it, only thirsting for the right, and learns to deaden love of self, before his journey closes he shall find the stubborn thistle bursting WE VISIONS OF DEPARTED JOYS ́HEN midnight o'er the moonless skies W. R. SPENSER 22 THE DYING MAIDEN'S SONG AY a garland on my hearse of the dismal yew ; true. My love was false, but I was firm from my hour of birth; upon my buried body lie lightly, gentle earth! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER 23 24 25 Με HUMILITY Y fortune might I form at will, A SLUMBER did my spirit seal; she seemed a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force; J. ADDISON W. WORDSWORTH THE VANITY OF TEARS Εἰ τὰ δάκρυ ̓ ἡμῖν τῶν κακῶν ἦν φάρμακον, νῦν δ ̓ οὐ προσέχει τὰ πράγματ ̓ οὐδ ̓ ἀποβλέπει PHILEMON 26 27 Ο CHARITY H, golden link connecting man with man, celestial charity! oh, rarely seen since lust of rule and thirst of gold began unhallowed reign-whene'er thy look serene sheds placid influence, how. the softened mien and softened heart consenting own thy sway! thus rifted ice, enchained by winter keen, thawed by the sun, in rivers rolls away, and glads the parched waste and sparkles to the day. A WISH Κείσθω δόρυ μου μίτον ἀμφιπλέκειν ἀράχναις, μετὰ δ ̓ ἡσυχίας πολιῷ γήρᾳ συνοικοίην· ἀείδοιμι δὲ στεφάνοις κάρα πόλιον στεφανώσας, GALLY KNIGHT 28 Θρηίκιον πέλταν πρὸς ̓Αθάνας περικίοσιν ἀγκρεμάσας θαλάμοις, CHEERFULNESS EVRIPIDES Εἷς ὅρος, μία δὲ βροτοῖς ἐστὶν εὐτυχίας ὁδὸς, τὸ δὲ παρ ̓ ἀμάρ τε καὶ νύκτα μελλόντων χάριν τί γὰρ ἐλαφρὸν ἔτ ̓ ἐστὶν ἄπρηκτ ̓ ὀδυρόμενον δονεῖν BACCHYLIDES 29 Ο Η TO FORTUNE H, Fortune, how thy restless wavering state hath fraught with cares my troubled wit! witness this present prison, whither fate could bear me, and the joys I quit: |