7. Oh, if there were one gentle eye Which sorrow oft will heave— BALFE'S Bohemian Girl. 8. -Those tones of dear delight, The morning welcome, and the sweet good night! 9. No love is like a sister's love, Unselfish, free, and pure A flame that, lighted from above, It knows no frown of jealous fear, No blush of conscious guile; CHARLES SPRAGUE. Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear, Its hopes crown'd by a smile. 10. 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 Leonora. The pledge of peace, when grief may cease, And joy light after years. FRY'S Leonora. 1 1. -And his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. 2. When forty winters shall besiege your brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, SHAKSPEARE. Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, Which by and by black night doth take away, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. DRYDEN. 6. Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 7. But grant to life some perquisites of joy; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 8. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, Rowe. 9. The hand of time alone disarms 10. Thus aged men, full loth and slow And count their youthful follies o'er, Till BROOME. SCOTT'S Rokeby. 11. 'Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. 12. Although my heart in earlier youth. Might kindle with more warm desire, Believe me, I have gain'd in truth 13. Much more than I have lost in fire. Has since been turn'd to reason's vow, -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. 14. Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains Much beauty and more majesty. 15. A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, Which but supplies a feeling to decay. BYRON. BYRON'S Manfred. 16. Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, The drooping spirit for its fate prepare; 32 AMBITION - EMULATION - GLORY. And each affection failing, leaves the heart 17. An old, old man, with beard as white as snow. 18. The eye dims, and the heart gets old and slow; The lithe limb stiffens, and the sun-hued locks Thin themselves off, or whitely wither. CRABBE. SPENSER. BAILEY'S Festus. 19. Why grieve that Time has brought so soon To see the blush of morning gone. 20. The visions of my youth are past, Too bright, too beautiful to last. W. C. BRYANT. W. C. BRYANT. 20. Fled are the charms that graced that ivory brow; Where smiled a dimple, gapes a wrinkle now. ROBERT TREAT PAINE. AMBITION-EMULATION-GLORY. 1. Why then doth flesh, a bubble-glass of breath, SPENSER'S Ruins of Time. 2. Vaulting ambition overleaps itself. 3. Seeking the bubble Reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. "Tis like a circle in the water, 5. Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Who trod the ways of glory, SHAKSPEARE. And sounded all the depths and shoals of fame. SHAKSPEARE. 6. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The path of glory leads but to the grave! 7. 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. 8. Who never felt the impatient throb, The longing of a heart that pants And reaches after distant good? 9. The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline, In Decius charms, in Curtius is divine: COWPER. POPE'S Essay on Man. 10. Oh sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise By mountains piled on mountains to the skies? POPE'S Essay on Man. 11. Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, And sports and flutters near the treacherous blaze; |