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Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
How widely its agencies vary —
To save — to ruin — to curse — to bless —
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.
A Table of Errata.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Then, never less alone than when alone.'
* Numquam se minus otiosum esse, qnam quum otiosus, ncc minus solum, quam quum solus esset.
De Officiis, Lib. iii. cap. 1. Cicebo.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
With many a fall, shall linger near.
To a Tear.
RICHARD MOXCKTON MILXES.
Beats strong 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,
BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
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 daughter's heart.
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
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 race.
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 of change.
Fatima, St. 3. e, O fire^'once he drew one longlrtss my whole soul through y lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
The Princess. Canto iv.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
W." Canto 7.
- Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;