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2. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Resolv'd to die,
Gives courage to the weak.
He fears no more, but rushes on his foes,
4. Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, The dire attendants of forlorn despair.
5. So farewell, hope, and with hope farewell fear;
6. My loss is such as cannot be repair'd,
7. Talk not of comfort-'t is for lighter ills; I will indulge my sorrow, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair.
MILTON'S Paradise Lost.
9. Mine after-life! what is mine after-life?
8. But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven
10. Alas! the breast that inly bleeds,
11. Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung
12. Despair defies even despotism; there is
14. My solitude is solitude no more,
BYRON'S Two Foscari.
And thou, fresh breaking day! and you, ye mountains!
Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart!
But peopled with the furies; I have gnash'd
15. They, who have nothing more to fear, may well
16. Hope is a willing slave-despair is free.
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.
DESTINY-FATE - NECESSITY.
18. She stands, as stands the stricken deer
Between it and its hiding-place-
19. The fond illusions I have cherish'd-
20. What next? I know not, do not care—
J. G. WHITTIER.
J. T. WATSON.
J. T. WATSON.
1. Who, then, can strive with strong necessity, That holds the world in his still changing state? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.
2. What fate imposes, men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
4. Alas! what stay is there in human state, Or who can shun inevitable fate?
"T is necessity
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
The doom was written, the decree was past,
DESTRUCTION - RUIN.
5. Fatal necessity is never known,
Until it strike; and, till that blow be come,
6. When fear admits no hope of safety, then Necessity makes dastards valiant men.
7. Well, well-the world must turn upon its axis,
8. We are the victims of its iron rule,
The warm and beating human heart its tool;
Fate is above us all;
We struggle, but what matters our endeavour?
2. They tore away some weeds, 't is true, But all the flowers were ravish'd too.
10. While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate, Thy fate made thee, and forc'd thee to be great.
1. See the wide waste of all-devouring years!
3. High towers, fair temples, goodly theatres,
Strong walls, rich porches, princely palaces, Fine streets, brave houses, sacred sepulchres, Sure gates, sweet gardens, stately galleriesAll these, (Oh, pity!) now are turn'd to dust, And overgrown with black Oblivion's rust.
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 4. Their sceptres broken and their swords in rust. BYRON'S Childe Harold.
5. Where her high steeples whilom used to stand,
1. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victory,
Or die with fame, renown'd for chivalry.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb,
That shuns the hive, because the bees have stings.
Experience teacheth us
That resolution's a sole help at need.
3. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
5. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace.