No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. For Time will teach thee soon the truth, Endymion. There are no birds in last year's nest!1 It is not always May. Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. The prayer of Ajax was for light.2 O suffering, sad humanity! who lie O afflicted ones, ye Steeped to the lips in misery, My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, The rainy Day. The Goblet of Life. Ibid. The Secret of the Sea. Wind over the Chimney. Life hath quicksands; life hath snares! Maidenhood. Ibid. The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3. In last year's nests This year no sparrow rests. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxxiv. En los nidos de antaño No hay pajaros hogano. See FRANÇOIS VILLON: Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? ROSSETTI's translation. 2 The light of Heaven restore; 3 See Byron, page 553. A banner with the strange device. This is the place. Stand still, my steed, And summon from the shadowy past Excelsior. A Gleam of Sunshine. The day is done, and the darkness A feeling of sadness and longing And resembles sorrow only The Day is done. As the mist resembles the rain. Ibid. And the night shall be filled with music, Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Is hanging breathless on thy fate! Ibid. The Building of the Ship. Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, The leaves of memory seemed to make Ibid. The Fire of Drift-wood. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead. But oftentimes celestial benedictions Resignation. Ibid. What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. Ibid. There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. Ibid. Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, Ibid. Fear that reigns with the tyrant, and envy the vice of republics. Part i. 1. Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners; There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance. Ibid. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Ibid. Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Part i. 3. Talk not of wasted affection! affection never was wasted; Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Ibid. And as she looked around, she saw how Death the con soler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.1 Part ii. 5. The Ladder of Saint Augustine. The heights by great men reached and kept The surest pledge of a deathless name Ibid. The Herons of Elmwood. He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.2 The Dutch Picture. The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, Morituri salutamus. 1 I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, TENNYSON: In Memoriam, i. 2 Sir Francis Drake entered the harbour of Cadiz, April 19, 1587, and destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. To use his own expressive phrase, he had “singed the Spanish king's beard." KNIGHT: Pictorial History of England, vol. iii. p. 215. With useless endeavour Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain! The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Eumenides. All things come round to him who will but wait.1 Tales of a Wayside Inn. Parti. The Student's Tale. A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society. Ibid. The Poet's Tale. Parti. The Birds of Killingworth. Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,2 Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence. Part iii. The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth. iv. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, The Golden Legend. iv. Hospitality sitting with Gladness. Translation from Frithiof's Saga. 1 See Emerson, page 617. THOMAS MOORE: Meeting of the Ships. EDWARD BULWER LYTTON. A Lament. We twain have met like the ships upon the sea. A Life Drama. W. R. ALGER: The brief chance Encounter. As vessels starting from ports thousands of miles apart pass close to each other in the naked breadths of the ocean, nay, sometimes even touch in the dark. HOLMES: Professor at the Breakfast Table. |