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For never saw I mien or face
SWEET STREAM, THAT WINDS. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid, Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay, busy throng; With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes ; Pure-bosomed as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face.
RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush
Round her eyes her tresses fell, --
What hand but would a garland cull
Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace
NARCISSA. FROM "NIGHT THOUGHTS,” NIGHT V. “ YOUNG, gay, and fortunate !" Each yields a
theme. And, first, thy youth : what says it to gray hairs ? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now ;| Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
DR. EDWARD YOUNG.
IT NEVER COMES AGAIN. THERE are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
Look here upon thy brother Geffrey's face ;
King Fohn, Act ii. Sc. I.
Behold, my lords, As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, Although the print be little, the whole matter I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. The trick of his frown, his forehead ; nay, the valley,
BOYISH AMBITION. The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek ; his smiles ;
But strive still to be a man before your mother. The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger. Motto of No. III. Connoisseur.
COWPER. Winter's Tale, Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Love's Cure, Act ii. Sc. 2. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable ; He is all the mother's from the top to toe.
SCHOOL-DAYS. Richard III., Act. iii. Sc. I.
The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
R. BLAIR. “Whom the gods love die young,” was said of Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. yore.
BYRON. Don Juan, Cant, iv. Stan. 12.
You'd scarce expect one of my age Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
To speak in public on the stage ; Death came with friendly care;
And if I chance to fall below The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
Demosthenes or Cicero, And bade it blossom there.
Don't view me with a critic's eye, Epitaph on an Infant.
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow, Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow. Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me;
Lines written for a School Declamation. D. EVERETT.
I pray ye, flog them upon all occasions.
Love is a boy by poets styled ;
When they are young, they Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
Are like bells rung backwards, nothing but noise Hudibras, Part II. Cant. i.
BUTLER. | And giddiness.
Wit without Money. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Whipping, that's virtue's governess,
Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain !
Where once my careless childhood strayed, That lays foundation for renown,
A stranger yet to pain ! And all the honors of the gown.
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow.
For God hath made them so ;
For 't is their nature too.
CARELESS CHILDHOOD. And listens like a three years' child.
Lines added to the Ancient Mariner. WORDSWORTH.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
S. T. COLERIDGE.
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ;
prey. The Bard, II. 2.
Since sorrow never comes too late,
Thought would destroy their paradise.
'T is folly to be wise.
One eare it heard, at the other out it went.
Children blessings seem, but torments are ;
How my childhood fleeted by, — The mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July. I Remember, I Remember.
Home Sweet Home!
Home, home, a sweet, sweet home!
Sohn Stowarı Sayne./
[HELEN HUNT JACKSON.]