AFFECTION. Oh, if there were one gentle eye Which sorrow oft will heave- 29 BALFE'S Bohemian Girl. -Those tones of dear delight, The morning welcome, and the sweet good night! No love is like a sister's love, A flame that, lighted from above, It knows no frown of jealous fear, CHARLES SPRAGUE. Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear, The sorrows of thy wounded heart I'll teach thee to forget, And win thee back by gentle art From passion's vain regret. And Time shall bring on faithful wing, From o'er the flood of tears, FRY'S Leonoru. The pledge of peace, when grief may cease, And joy light after years FRY'S Leonora. -And his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes When forty winters shall besiege your brow, SHAKSPEARE. Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, SHAKSPEARE. Which by and by black night doth take away, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. But grant to life some perquisites of joy; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, ROWE. AGE. The hand of time alone disarms Thus aged men, full loth and slow And count their youthful follies o'er, BROOME SCOTT's Rokeby. "Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope Although my heart in earlier youth Much more than I have lost in fire. Has since been turn'd to reason's vow, And tho' I then might love thee more, Yet oh! I love thee better now! -I left him in a green old age, And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady MOORE Fell fast around him. BYRON S Werner. Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, BYRON. BYRON'S Manfred. Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, 31 $2 AMBITION - EMULATION - GLORY. And each affection failing, leaves the heart An old, old man, with beard as white as snow. The eye dims, and the heart gets old and slow; CRABBE. SPENSER. BAILEY'S Festus. Why grieve that Time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood on? As idly should I weep at noon To see the blush of morning gone. W. C BRYANT. The visions of my youth are past, W. C. BRYANT. Fled are the charms that graced that ivory brow; ROBERT TREAT PAINE. AMBITION - EMULATION-GLORY. Why then doth flesh, a bubble-glass of breath, SPENSER'S Ruins of Time. · Vaulting ambition overleaps itself. Seeking the bubble Reputation SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARF AMBITION - EMULATION - GLORY. 33 "Tis like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by wide spreading, it disperse to nought. Who trod the ways of glory, SHAKSPEARE And sounded all the depths and shoals of fame. SHAKSPEARE The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The path of glory leads but to the grave! What various wants on power attend! GRAY'S Elegy. And, barr'd from every use of wealth, Envy the ploughman's strength and health? GAY's Fables. Who never felt the impatient throb, The longing of a heart that pants The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline, COWPER POPE'S Essay on Man OL. sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise POPE'S Essay on Man. Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, |