Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey,

Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.1 Fancy in Nubibus.
Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.2 Biog. Lit. Ch. xv.

A dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on. The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.* Ibid., No. 14. In many ways doth the full heart reveal

The presence of the love it would conceal.

Motto to Poems written in Later Life.

WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. 1770-1834.

Too late I stayed, forgive the crime,

Unheeded flew the hours;

How noiseless falls the foot of time,"

That only treads on flowers. Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.

1 And Iliad and Odyssey

Rose to the music of the sea.

From the German of Stolberg, Thalatta, p. 132. 2 A phrase, says Coleridge, which I have borrowed from a Greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople.

3 Compare Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Page 162.

Grant them but dwarfs, yet stand they on giants' shoulders, and may see the further. - Fuller, The Holy State, Ch. vi. 8. See Cyprianus, Vita Campanellæ, p. 15.

4 Compare Wordsworth, The Excursion. Page 422.

5 Compare Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. Page 48.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).1

1771-1854.

The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.

Gashed with honourable scars,

Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.

The Battle of Alexandria.

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

Once, in the flight of ages past,

There lived a man.

The Ocean. Line 54.

The Common Lot.

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

Joys too exquisite to last,

The West Indies. Part iii.

And yet more exquisite when past.

Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.

Friend after friend departs,

Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,

That finds not here an end.

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

The Little Cloud.

Ibid.

Friends.

They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

Ibid.

'T is not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die. The Issues of Life and Death.

1 Θνήσκειν μὴ λέγε τοὺς ἀγαθούς. - Callimachus, Ep. x.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

Night is the time to weep;

To wet with unseen tears

The Issues of Life and Death

Those graves of memory, where sleep
The joys of other years.

Who that hath ever been

Night.

Could bear to be no more?

Yet who would tread again the scene

He trod through life before?

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!

The Falling Leaf.

At Home in Heaven.

The Earth full of God's Goodness.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed,

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

What is Prayer!

ROBERT EMMET. 1780-1803.

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph. Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason, Sept., 1803.

THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.1

Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7.

But hope, the charmer, lingered still behind.

Line 40.

O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save. Line 359.
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,2
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

Line 381.

Line 472.

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. Line 385.
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

Part ii. Line 5.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O what were man? a world without a sun.
The world was sad,

the garden was a wild;

Line 21.

And Man, the hermit, sighed till Woman smiled.

Line 37.

While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

Line 45.

There shall he love, when genial morn appears,

1 Compare Webster. Page 167.

2 At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.

Church, The Choice (1754).

442

Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
(immerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 263.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

Line 325.

But, sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.1

Line 357.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, O, leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel visits, few and far between.2

The hunter and the deer a shade.3

Line 375.

O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.1

Stanza 10.

Lochiel's Warning.

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,

Look proudly to Heaven from the death-bed of fame.

And rustic life and poverty

Grow beautiful beneath his touch.

1 Compare Sterne. Page 322.

2 Compare Norris. Page 238.

Ibid.

Ode to the Memory of Burns.

8 Verbatim from Freneau's Indian Burying-Ground.

4 Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. Shelley, A Defence of Poetry.