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All that 's bright must fade,
The brightest still the fleetest ;
All that's Bright must Fade.
As half in shade and half in sun
This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances.
Peace be Around Thee.
To sigh, yet feel no pain,
To weep, yet scarce know why ;
Then throw it idly by. The Blue Stocking.
Oft in the stilly night
E’er slumber's chain has bound me,
Oft in the Stilly Vight.
The eyes that shone
I feel like one
Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose rights are fled,
Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled
Above the green elms that a cottage was near, And I said ' if there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here.'
I give thee all — I can no more
Tho' poor the offering be ;
That I can bring to thee.* My Heart and Lute.
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow-
The World is all a Fleeting Show.
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Come, ye Disconsolate. A Persian's Heaven is easily made, 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Intercepted Letters. Letter vi.
Who ran Through each mood of the lyre, and was master of all.
On the Death of Sheridan. Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. Ibid.
Weep on, and as thy sorrows flow,
* From Kemble's Lodoiska, Act iü. Sc. I.
The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.
Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.
REGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826.
O hammers fell, no pondrous axes rung ;*
Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence !
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning !
First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii. When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Seventh Sunday after Trinity.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
At a Funeral.
* Altered in later editions to
No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung,
Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore
thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
At a Funeral. No. ii.
But earthly hope, how bright soe’er,
On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.
From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand. Missionary Hymn.
JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.
N° pent up Utica contracts your powers,
Epilogue to Cato. +
HERE shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unawed by influence and unbribed by gain ; Here patriot truth her glorious precepts draw, Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law.
Motto of the Salem Register. 1
* Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, N. H.
THE 'HE old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the
MAIDENS, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
Canto i. Stanza 9.
My native land-good night!
Canto i. Stanza 13.
Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see
Canto i. Stanza 15. In hopes to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
Canto i. Stanza 20. By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
Canto i. Stanza 40. War, war is still the cry, 'war even to the knife !!*
Canto i. Stanza 86.
* War even to the knife,' was the reply of Palafox, the governor of Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French when they besieged that city in 1808.