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Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
How widely its agencies vary
A Table of Errata.
And have a good cry!
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Then, never less alone than when alone. *
* Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset.
De Officiis, Lib. iii. cap. 1. CICERO.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves, not dead, but gone before, He gathers round him.
Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ;
With many a fall, shall linger near.
To a Tear.
law which moulds a tear
none on earth above her!
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube.
amid the hills.
The Men of Old. Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
The Sea. The sea! the sea ! the
! The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
Locksley Hall. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its
novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daugh
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose
runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process
of the suns.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves
Fatima. St. 3.
The Princess. Canto iv.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;