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Find out the peaceful hermitage,
These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eyes, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
OCEAN. - the dark pile of cloud shook with the voice Of Zeus, who answer'd—“He shall be restored, But not return'd to earth. His cycle moves Ascending!” The deep sea the announcement beard ; And from beneath its ever-shifting thrones, The murmuring of a solemn joy sent up.
DUTY AND DEATH. O ever in our lowest grades of sense, Or when we use false shifts to bring about Ends otherwise all good, or when our hearts Are in the heaping up of cumbrous wealth, We tremble for our safety and fear death, Lest it should come between us and our heaps, Let fall the cloak that blinded our false shifts, Or take us from the luxury of sense. But in our highest walks where duty leads, Not falteringly in doubt, but to the right Pressing still onward,—then is life itself Sunk in the right, and asks no separate care. If right be gulfid in death, duty leaps in, With eye full on the right, but blind to death. The soul's integrity we buy with life, And hold ourselves the gainers :-yet if life We had not after that, where were the gain?
He, above the rest
Philostratus. What, in music!
Emilia. Ay, sir: for what is music, if sweet words
Good love, however ill-placed,
E. B. BROWNING.
ANONYMOUS. WISDOM MISAPPLIED. By ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. IF I were thou, O Butterfly, And poised my purple wings, to spy The sweetest flowers that live and die,I would not waste my strength on those, As thou,—for summer hath a close, And pansies bloom not in the snows. If I were thou, O working bee, And all that honey-gold I see Could delve from roses easily; I would not hive it at man's door, As thou, that heirdom of my store Should make him rich, and leave me poor. If I were thou, O eagle proud, And screamed the thunder back aloud, And face the lightning from the cloud; I would not build my eyrie-throne, As thou, upon a crumbling stone, Which the next storm may trample down. If I were thou, O gallant steed, With pawing hoof, and dancing head, And eye outrunning thine own speed; I would not meeken to the rein, As thou, nor smooth my nostril plain, From the glad desert's snort and strain. If I were thou, red-breasted bird, Whose song 's at shut-up window heard, Like Love's sweet Yes too long deferr'd; I would not overstay delight, As thou, but take a swallow flight, Till the new spring return'd to sight. While yet I spake, a touch was laid Upon my brow, whose pride did fade,
" If I were thou, who singst this song, Most wise for others, and most strong In seeing right, while doing wrong; “I would not waste my cares, and choose, As thou,—to seek what thou must lose, Such gains as perish in the use.
" I would not work where none can win, As thou, half way 'twixt grief and sin, But look above, and judge within.
"I would not let my pulse beat high,
“ I would not champ the hard cold bit, As thou, of what the world thinks fit,But take God's freedom, using it.
“I would not play earth's winter out,
" Then sing, O singer !-but allow Beast, fly, and bird, callid foolish now, Are wise (for all thy scorn) as thou!”
By WALTER SAvage LANDOR.