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The river Rhine, it is well known,

Doth wash your city of Cologne;

But tell me, nymphs! what power divine

Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? Cologne.

I stood in unimaginable trance

And agony that cannot be remembered.

Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3.

The intelligible forms of ancient poets,

The fair humanities of old religion,

The power, the beauty, and the majesty,

That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,

Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,

Or chasms and watery depths,—all these have vanished;

They live no longer in the faith of reason.

Translation of Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4. I 've lived and loved. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.

The Death of Walhndein. Act i. Sc. 1.

Often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow. Act v. Sc. 1.

I have heard of reasons manifold

Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold, —

His eyes are in his mind.

To a Lady, vfftntled by a Sportive observation. What outward form and feature are

He guesseth but in part;
But what within is good and fair

He seeth with the heart. ibid.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

A Day-Drtam. 438 COLERIDGE. — SPENCER.

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 voices ul sea.1 Fancy m Nubibut.

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.8 The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8.

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in fiat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.4 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,6

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 Stolbcrg, Thalntta, p. 132.

2 A phrase, says Coleridge, which I have borrowed from a Greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople.

8 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 Campnnellce, p. 15.

4 Compare Wordsworth, The Excursion. Page 422.

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

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.

When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).1

The Wanderer of Switzerland. Party.

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.

The Ocean. Line 54. Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man. The Common Lot.

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

The West Indies, Pari iii. Joys too exquisite to last, — And yet more exquisite when past. The Little Cloud.

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. Ibid.

Friend after friend departs, —

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

That finds not here an end. Friends.

Nor sink those stars in empty night, —

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 Brtaicttr fih \iyt roi/s iyaBois. — Callimachus, Ep. x.

440 MONTGOMERY. —EMMET.

Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above, unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love. The Iuuet of Life and Death

Night is the time to weep;

To wet with unseen tears

Those graves of memory, where sleep

The joys of other years. Niyht.

Who that hath ever been

Could bear to be no more?

Yet who would tread again the scene

He trod through life before? The Falling Leaf.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven.

If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound,

How beautiful beyond compare

Will paradise be found! The Earth full of God's Goodneu.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast. What is Prayer t

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 iu Trial and Conviction for High Treason, Sept.,lS03.

THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.

’T is distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.‘
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,”

And Freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell! Line 381.

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. Line 472.

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, 0 what were man ?-a world without a sun. Line 21.

The world was sad, -the garden was a wild;

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.
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears. Line 95.

And muse on Nature with a poet’s eye. Line 98. That gems the starry girdle of the year. Line 194. 1 Compare Webster. Page 167. 2 At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,

And health with Boerhuve bade the world farewell.
Church, The Choice (1754).

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