480 Montgomery.- Spencer.-Smith. Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. The Issues of Life and Death. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. Too late I stayed, forgive the crime, — Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of time,1 That only treads on flowers. Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. HORACE AND JAMES SMITH. Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And naught is every thing and every thing is naught. Rejected Addresses. Cui Bono? In the name of the Prophet-figs. Ibid. Johnson's Ghost. JAMES SMITH. 1775-1839. Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait. The Theatre. 1 Noiseless foot of time. - Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.1 Pleasures of Hope. Parti. Line 7. But hope, the charmer, lingered still behind. Line 40. O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save. Line 359. Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,2 And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! Line 381. On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. Line 385. And rival all but Shakespeare's name below. Line 472. Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, Without the smile from partial beauty won, And Man, the hermit, sighed-till Woman smil'd I Compare Webster, ante, p. 172. Line 37. 2 At length fatigu'd with life, he bravely fell, And health with Boerhave bade the world farewell. Church, The Choice (1754). While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew. Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 45. There shall he love, when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears. Line 95. And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. Line 98. That gems the starry girdle of the year. Line 194. Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Line 263. O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair? Line 325. But, sad as angels for the good man's sin, Line 357. Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, The hunter and the deer a shade. Line 375. O'Conner's Child. St. 5. 1 Compare Sterne, p. 326. 2 Compare Norris, p. 253. 3 Verbatim from Freneau's Indian Burying-Ground. Another's sword has laid him low, And every hand that dealt the blow, O'Conner's Child. St. 10. "T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.1 Lochiel's Warning. Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas. Ibid. Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Ye Mariners of England. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. Ibid. When the stormy winds do blow: When the battle rages loud and long, Ibid. And the stormy winds do blow. 1 Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. Shelley, A Defence of Poetry. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Ye Mariners of England. There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. Battle of the Baltic. Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky, I ask not proud Philosophy To the Rainbow. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Hohenlinden. Few, few, shall part where many meet! Ibid. There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin ; The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill! For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. The Exile of Erin. To bear is to conquer our fate. On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire. |