When age has quenched the eye and closed the

ear,

5 Still nerved for action in her native sphere, Oft will she rise, with searching glance pursue Some long-loved image vanished from her view, Dart through the deep recesses of the past

"O'er dusky forms in chains of slumber cast, 'With giant grasp fling back the folds of night And snatch the faithless fugitive to light.

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Hail, memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered glories shine. Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And place and time are subject to thy sway. Thy pleasures most we feel when most alone, The only pleasures we can call our own. Lighter than air hope's summer visions fly, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober reason play, Lo! fancy's fairy frost-work melts away: But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light, And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest Where virtue triumphs and her sons are blessed. ROGERS.

58. Fall of Jerusalem.

PLAINTIVE EXPRESSION.

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'Regret; occasionally rises toward Delight; relaxes into Regret; rises into Delight; relaxes again into Regret.

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-See, where yon proud city,

As though at peace and in luxurious joy,
Is hanging out her bright and festive lamps.

There have been tears from holier eyes than

mine

Poured o'er thee, Zion! yea, the Son of Man
This thy devoted hour foresaw and wept.
And I can I refrain from weeping....?

I feel it now, the sad, the coming hour;
The signs are full, and never shall the sun
Shine on the cedar roofs of Salem more;
Her tale of splendour now is told and done;
The wine cup of festivity is spilt,
And all is o'er, her grandeur and her guilt.
2 Oh! fair and favoured city! There of old
The balmy airs were rich with melody
That led her pomp beneath the cloudless sky
In vestments flaming with the orient gold,

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Her gold is dim, and mute her music's voice, The Heathen o'er her perished pomp rejoice. * How stately then was every palm-decked street, Down which the maidens danced with tinkling

feet;

How proud the elders in their lofty gate!
How crowded all her nation's solemn feasts
With white-robed Levites and high-mitred
Priests;

How gorgeous all her Temple's sacred state!
5 Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for

slaves,

Her gates thrown down, her elders in their

graves;

Her feasts are holden mid the Gentile's scorn; By stealth her Priesthood's holy garments worn; And where her Temple crowned the glittering rock,

The wandering shepherd folds his evening flock.

MILMAN.

59. Pilgrims and Crusaders.

PLAINTIVE EXPRESSION, RISING INTO VEHEMENCE:

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'Delight, relaxes into a Calmer expression; Indignation, Scorn, and Pity; Ardour encreasing into Enthusiasm, occasionally relaxing toward a Softer expression, with Alarm; rises again into Enthusiasm, and concludes with "Solemnity.

Mid Zion's towering fanes in ruin laid, The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid; "'Twas his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove The checquered twilight of the olive grove; 'Twas his to bend beneath the sacred gloom, And wear, with many a kiss, Messiah's tomb,

While forms celestial filled his tranced eye,
The day-light dreams of pensive piety;

2 O'er his still breast a tearful fervor stole,
And softer sorrows charmed the mourner's soul.

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3 Oh! lives there one who mocks his artless zeal, Too proud to worship, and too wise to feel? * Be his the soul with wintry reason blest, The dull, lethargic sovereign of the breast; Be his the life that creeps in dead repose, "No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows! 6 Far other whom the hermit waked to war, When from the regions of the western star, 'Their limbs all iron, and their souls all flame, A countless host the red-cross warriors came: E'en hoary priests the sacred combat wage, And clothe in steel the palsied arm of age; While beardless youths and tender maids assume The weighty morion and the glancing plume. * In bashful pride the warrior virgins wield The ponderous falchion and the sun-like shield, "And start to see their armour's iron gleam Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria's stream, 10 The blood-red banner floating o'er their van, All madly blithe the mingled myriads ran: "Impatient Death beheld his destined food, And hovering vultures snuff'd the scent of blood.

HEBER.

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60. The Last Minstrel.

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PLAINTIVE EXPRESSION.

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'Narrative manner, Pity, Delight, Pity, Narrative manner, Anxiety, 'An expression of Force and Power, which relaxes into that of Pity, Narrative manner, 10 Pity, "Narrative manner, 12 Exultation, 1s Entreaty with awaking Confidence, 1 Narrative manner, 15 Awe, Pity, "Cheering, 18 Narrative manner, 19 Hesitation and Anxiety, "Enthusiasm, increasing to the end.

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'The way was long, the wind was cold,
The minstrel was infirm and old;
His withered cheek and tresses gray,
Seemed to have known a better day;
The harp, his sole remaining joy,
Was carried by an orphan boy.
The last of all the bards was he,
Who sung of border chivalry;
* For well-a-day! their date was fled,
His tuneful brethren all were dead,
And he, neglected and oppressed,
Wished to be with them and at rest.
3 No more on prancing palfrey borne,
He carolled light as lark at morn;
No longer courted and caressed,
High placed in hall, a welcome guest,
He poured, to lord and lady gay,
The unpremeditated lay:

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* A wandering harper, scorned and poor He begged his bread from door to door,

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