...strong persuasion, that it has become of * • • Tbe poet has told as," says the Archdeacon, " ' Ah, sir, the good die first ; and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.' " It seems a pity be contented himself with what he had reason thus « priori to suppose to be the...

...triumph-hours, save on the battle-day ? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OF NEW-YORK, SEPT., 1890. "The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." WORDSWORTH. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee,...

...how foolish arc such thoughts ! Forgive them ;— never — never did my steps Approach this door bnt she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me,...summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks. When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that forsaken...

...the selfish, the calculating, the hardhearted ? Is it to prove the poet's assertion true ? — " Ah ! sir, the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust Burn to the socket."* If ever separation was dreaded by mother and daughter, — if ever...

...let it lie! How foolish are such thoughts! Forgive them. Never — never <3id my steps Approach this door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome...as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Had blessed poor Margaret for hcr gentle looks When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn From that...

...best age, and that age is ripeness. A ripe heart ! now I know what Wordsworth meant, when he said, The good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket ! The town clock is striking midnight. The i-old of the night-wiud is urging its way into door and...

...certain, however, that death had marked it for the grave, and we remembered the poet's words :•— " The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket."—WORDSWORTH. This deformed but yet lovely fragment of humanity had been picked up as a foundling,...

...this door but «he who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and 1 loved her As my own child. O, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Born to the socket Man/ a ,tssenger Hath bless'd poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld...

...Forgive them; — never — never did my steps Approach this door, but she who dwelt within A daughters welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child....as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a Passenger Hulh blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment drawn Prom that...

...through the sereen-, yellow and warm, as a harvest sun. It is in its best age, and that age is ripeness. The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket! The town clock is striking midnight. The cold of the night-wind is urging its way in at the door and...