Retrospection. AINLY the heart is steeled in Wisdom's armour: let her burn her books: I look upon them as the soldier looks upon his cloven shield. Virtue and virtue's rest how have they perished! through my onward course repentance dogs my footsteps: black remorse is my familiar guest. The glory and the glow of the world's loveliness have passed away; and Fate hath little to inflict to-day, and nothing to bestow. No matter! I will turn to the straight path of duty: I have wrought at last my wayward spirit to be taught what it hath yet to learn. labour shall be my lot: my kindred shall be joyful in my praise, and fame shall twine for me in after days a wreath I covet not. Woman. W. M. PRAED. ICKLEST of things is woman, once I thought; but sounder logic new conviction wrought. ficklest of things forsooth: does this express a thing so constant in its fickleness? A Common Epitaph. HAT thou art reading o'er my bones what thou art reading now of me. A. FLEMING. Retrorsum Vela dare. ANUM pectoribus dat Sapientia Virtutem sociamque ut male perdidi maeror deserit hospitem. Vitae spes periit credula, palluit quod donent superest nihil. Clarisque invigilans usque laboribus T. M. Levior Cortice. OC ego credideram, levius nihil esse puella ; sed mens non eademst quae fuit ante mihi, scilicet illa levis non ullo iure vocatur, qua propria constans in levitate manet. Eadem sunt omnia semper. J. II. UOD legis hic de me de multis saepe ego legi: quique legis de te sacpe legetur idem. K. H me, me! Remorse. clear stars above, thou roseate westward sky, take up my being into yours, assume my sense to know you only; steep my brain in your essential purity, or, great Alps, that wrapping round your heads in solemn clouds. seem sternly to sweep past our vanities, lead me with you, take me away, preserve me! O moon and stars, forgive! and thou, clear heaven, look pureness back into me. o, great God! why, why, in wisdom and in grace's name, and in the name of saints and saintly thoughts, of mothers, and of sisters, and chaste wives, and angel woman-faces we have seen, and angel woman-spirits we have guessed, and innocent sweet children, and pure love, why did I ever one brief moment's space but parley with this filthy Belial? A. H. CLOUGH. The Heart of Singing. ADY, sing no more! science all is vain, its pain. 'tis a living lyre fed by air and sun, o'er whose witching wire, lady, faery fingers run. pity comes in tears from her home above, hope, and sometimes fear, lady, and the wizard,-love. each doth search the heart to its inmost springs, and when they depart, lady, then the spirit sings. PROCTER. Δίψυχος. ἰώ μοί μοι. ὦ καθαρὸν ἄστρων ὕψος, ὦ πυριφλεγὲς R. D. A. H. Citharae Sciens. YDIA, pone chelyn : nil ars valet ista canendi, ni mens sollicitum mota resolvat onus. mens animata chelys zephyrique et solis alumna, non nisi divino pollice tacta canit: quippe ubi flens caelo Pietas delabitur et Spes, Κ. D D Attendant Spirits. ANY a year is in its grave, saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, for, invisible to thee, spirits twain have crossed with me. LONGFELLOW (from UHLAND). The Lucre of Wisdom. EALTH, pomp, and luxury, Wisdom cannot gain them : what gives she then? a soul that can disdain them. From KAESTNER. |