51. CARDINAL WOLSEY. [From THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES] TN full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand, Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand : Still to new heights his restless wishes tow'r, At length his sovereign frowns- the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glittering plate, The regal palace, the luxurious board, The liveried army, and the menial lord. With age, with cares, with maladies oppress'd, He seeks the refuge of monastic rest: Grief aids disease, remember'd folly stings, And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings. DR. JOHNSON. ONCE 52. THE PAPER KITE. NCE on a time, a Paper Kite It thus express'd self-admiration: 66 See, how yon crowds of gazing people Admire my flight above the steeple ! How would they wonder, if they knew All that a kite like me can do! Were I but free, I'd take a flight, And pierce the clouds beyond their sight: But ah! like a poor pris'ner bound, My string confines me near the ground: I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing, Might I but fly without a string." It tugg'd and pull'd, while thus it spoke, To break the string. at last it broke. Depriv'd at once of all its stay, In vain it tried to soar away; The winds soon plung'd it in the tide. My heart replied: "O Lord, I see How much this kite resembles me! Forgetful that by thee I stand, Impatient of thy ruling hand, How oft I've wish'd to break the lines For something more, or something higher! A fate thus dreadful had been mine." NEWTON. 53. THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. HEY grew in beauty side by side, THE They fill'd one home with glee;— One 'midst the forests of the west, The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one; One sleeps where southern vines are drest He wrapt his colours round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain. And one-o'er her the myrtle showers -- And parted thus they rest, who play'd They that with smiles lit up the hall, MRS. HEMANS. 54. THE JOURNEY TO EMMAUS. T happen'd on a solemn eventide, IT Soon after He that was our Surety died, They spake of Him they loved; of Him whose life, The recollection, like a vein of ore, The farther traced, enrich'd them still the more. They thought Him, and they justly thought Him, one Sent to do more than He appear'd t' have done G To exalt a people, and to place them high Ere yet they brought their journey to an end, COWPER. "MY 55. MY BIRTHDAY. birthday!"—what a different sound How hard that chain will press at last! |