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Yes, lightly, softly move!

There is a Power, a Presence in the woods;
A viewless Being, that with life and love
Informs the reverential solitudes :

The rich air knows it, and the mossy sod-
Thou, Thou art here, my God!

And if with awe we tread

The minster-floor, beneath the storied pane,
And 'midst the mouldering banners of the dead;
Shall the green voiceful wild seem less thy fane,
Where thou alone hast built?-where arch and roof
Are of thy living woof?

The silence and the sound

In the lone places breathe alike of Thee;
The temple-twilight of the gloom profound,
The dew-cup of the frail anemone,

The reed by every wandering whisper thrill'd—
All, all with thee are fill'd!

Oh, purify mine eyes,

More and yet more, by love and lowly thought,
Thy presence, Holiest One! to recognize.

In these majestic isles which thou hast wrought!
And, 'midst their sea-like murmurs, teach mine ear
Ever thy voice to hear!

And sanctify my heart

To meet the awful sweetness of that tone,
With no faint thrill, or self-accusing start,
But a deep joy the heavenly Guest to own!
Joy, such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers
Ere sin had dimm'd the flowers.

Let me not know the change

O'er nature thrown by Guilt!-the boding sky,
The hollow leaf-sounds ominous and strange,
The weight wherewith the dark tree-shadows lie!
Father! oh! keep my footsteps pure and free,
To walk the woods with Thee!

Brilliants.

SOLEMN FOOLS.

What's the bent brow, or neck in thought reclined?
The body's wisdom to conceal the mind.

A man of sense can artifice disdain,
As men of wealth may venture to go plain;
And be this truth eternal ne'er forgot-
Solemnity's a cover for a sot.

I find the fool when I behold the screen;
For 'tis the wise man's interest to be seen.

YOUNG.

OUTWARD SHOW.

We will unto your father's,

Even in these honest, mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What! is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O no, good Kate, neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.

SHAKSPERE.

BEAUTY.

The Meteor show'd the leaves on which we sate-
And Cythna's glowing arms-and the thick ties
Of her soft hair, which bent with gather'd weight
My neck near hers-her dark and deepening eyes,
Which, as twin phantoms of one star that lies
O'er a dim well move though the star reposes,
Swam in our mute and liquid ecstacies—
Her marble brow, and eager lips, like roses

With their own fragrance pale, which spring but half

uncloses.

SHELLEY.

AMBITION.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes,
The glorious fault of angels and of gods;
Thence to their images on earth it flows,
And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age,
Dull sullen prisoners in the body's cage;
Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years
Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres;
Like eastern kings, a lazy state they keep,
And, close confined to their own palace, sleep.

GENEROUS ASPIRATIONS.

POPE.

Ay, father!-I have had those earthly visions
And noble aspirations in my youth
To make my own the mind of other men,
The enlightener of nations; and to rise,
I knew not whither-it might be to fall;
But fall, even as the mountain cataract,
Which having leapt from its more dazzling height,
Even in the foaming strength of its abyss,
Lies low but mighty still.-But this is past,
My thoughts mistook themselves.

ACTIVITY.

Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals, ere we can effect them.

PRIDE OF ANCESTRY.

BYRON.

SHAKSPERE.

'Tis poor, and not becoming perfect gentry,
To build their glories at their fathers' cost;
But at their own expense of blood or virtue,
To raise them living monuments; our birth
Is not our own act; honour upon trust,
Our ill deeds forfeit; and the wealthy sums,
Purchased by others' fame or sweat, will be
Our stain, for we inherit nothing truly
But what our actions make us worthy of.

CHAPMAN.

ABSENT LOVE.

I do not doubt his love, but I could wish
His presence might confirm it: when I see
A fire well fed, shoot up its wanton flame,
And dart itself into the face of heaven,
I grant that fire, without a fresh supply,
May for a while be still a fire; but yet
How doth its lustre languish, and itself
Grow dark, if it too long want the embrace
Of its loved pyle! how straight it buried lies
In its own ruins!

LONELINESS.

A boat at midnight sent alone
To drift upon the moonless sea,
A lute, whose leading chord is gone,
A wounded bird, that hath but one
Imperfect wing to soar upon,

Are like what I am, without thee!

A TRUE WOMAN.

MEAD.

MOORE.

Her even carriage is as far from coyness
As from immodesty ;-in play, in dancing,
In suffering courtship, in requiting kindness,
In use of places-hours-and companions,
Free as the sun, and nothing more corrupted;
As circumspect as Cynthia in her vows,
And constant as the centre to observe them.
CHAPMAN.

FALSE FRIENDS.

But myself

Who had the world as my confectionary;

The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment,

That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, have with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs, and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden.

SHAKSPERe.

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