EXERCISE XLII.

Thanatopsis.-Bryant.

To him who, in the love of Nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile,
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And gentle sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images

When thoughts

Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;-
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings, while from all around-
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air
Comes a still voice

- Yet a few days, and thee

The all-beholding sun shall see no more

In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,

Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go

To mix for ever with the elements,

To be a brother to the insensible rock,

And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

Yet not to thy eternal resting-place

Shalt thou retire alone, -nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world,

with kings,

The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,
Stretching in pensive quietness between ; —
The venerable woods, rivers that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks

the vales

That make the meadows green; and poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all

The golden sun,

Of the great tomb of man.
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,

Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,

Or lose thyself in the continuous woods

Save his own dashings, yet - the dead are there;
And millions in those solitudes, since first

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The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep, - the dead reign there alone.
So shalt thou rest; and what if thou shalt fall
Unnoticed by the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave

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Their mirth and their employments, and shall comé

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And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,

The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron, and maid,
The bowed with age, the infant in the smiles
And beauty of its innocent age cut off, -
Shall, one by one, be gathered to thy side,

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By those who in their turn shall follow them.

So live, that, when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan, that moves

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To that mysterious realm where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave, at night,

Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

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Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

EXERCISE XLIII.

Miscellaneous Sentences.

The more we possess, the more we desire.
He was offered three thousand dollars.
Hard by a cottage chimney smokes

From betwixt two aged oaks.

Sweet and beautiful it is to die for our country.
He acted during the day as President.
And from before the brightness of her face,
White break the clouds away.

Sweet is the coming on of evening mild.

What! can ye lull the winged winds asleep?
This circumstance makes him doubly in fault.

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He went almost to Philadelphia.

The string let fly,

Twanged short and sharp, like the shrill swallow's cry.

He, being a worthy man, was promoted.

Man shall not live by bread alone.

He remained in London almost a year.

Not a cent was contributed.

Say, first, of God above, or man below,

What can we reason but from what we know?

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All men cannot receive this saying, save they to whom

it is given.

Oh that I had wings like a dove!

All are but parts of one stupendous whole.
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promised father of the future age.
Lambeth is over against Westminister Abbey.
There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see

Some feature of the Deity!

Where thy true treasure? Gold says, "Not in me;"
And, "Not in me," the diamond. Gold is poor.

The articles were purchased at the following prices,
namely.

Love, and love only, is the loan for love.

Generally speaking, the examination was satisfactory.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.

For who but He who arched the skies,

Could raise the daisy's purple bud?

Whether he is rich or poor, makes little difference.

This did not prevent John's being acknowledged and 30 solemnly inaugurated Duke of Normandy.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,

And pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind.

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I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.

And the air grew hot and thick.

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To arms! They come! The Greek! The Greek!

All around me is thick darkness.

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All creatures else forget their daily care,

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And sleep, the common gift of nature, share.
There must be, somewhere, such a rank as man.
Let such as hear take heed.

Call imperfection what thou fanciest such.

And treat this passion more as friend than foe.
The chain holds on, and where it ends unknown.
Night shades the groves, and all in silence lie,
All save the mournful Philomel and I.
Every blade of grass, and every flower,
And every bud and blossom of the spring,

Is the memorial that nature rears

Over a kindred grave.

He is far from home.

He went up over the hill.

Well! I will take the subject into consideration.
I will contribute, provided the object is worthy.
Seeing that ye look for such things, be diligent.
Let thy mercy,
hope in thee.
Turn we a moment fancy's rapid flight.
What is reason? Be she thus defined:
Reason is upright stature in the soul.
Fall he that must, and live the rest.
From the centre all round to the sea.

O Lord! be upon us, according as we

I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone.