“ Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again. ”

“ When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow 's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. ”

“ Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?
Matthew v. 13.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.
Matthew v. 14.
Ye have heard that it have been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. ”

“ Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
Epiphany.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
First Sunday after Epiphany. No. ii.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Seventh Sunday after Trinity.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
At a Funeral. No. i.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. ”

“ To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
National Hymn.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. 1809-1861.
There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb
The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime
With tears and laughter for all time!
A Vision of Poets.
And Chaucer, with his infantine
Familiar clasp of things divine.
A Vision of Poets.
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben,
Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when
The world was worthy of such men.
A Vision of Poets.
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by death. ”

“ Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! ”

“ All that is harmony for thee, O Universe, is in harmony with me as well. Nothing that comes at the right time for thee is too early or too late for me. Everything is fruit to me that thy seasons bring, O Nature. All things come of thee, have their being in thee, and return to thee. ”

“ Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
A Psalm of Life.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
A Psalm of Life.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate; [612:5]
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
A Psalm of Life.
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There is a reaper whose name is Death, [613:1]
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between. ”

“ O, good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me. ”

“ I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. ”

“ O Death in Life, the days that are no more.{238}
Canto 7.
Sweet is every sound,
Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay. ”

“ Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! ”

“ Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth.
Soft is the music that would charm forever;
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
Not Love, not War.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
To ——. Let other Bards of Angels sing.
Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home. ”

“ Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. ”

“ Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. ”

“ I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not honour more.
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.
When flowing cups pass swiftly round
With no allaying Thames. [259:2]
To Althea from Prison, ii.
Fishes that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.
To Althea from Prison, ii.
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty. ”

“ Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, [550:5]
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3.
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The power of thought,—the magic of the mind! ”

“ Line 372.
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
Line 386.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Line 409.
Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.
THE DESERTED VILLAGE. Line 14.
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Line 51.
Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Line 62. ”

“ His soul is with the saints, I trust.
The Knight's Tomb.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
. . . . . . .
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,—love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath ”

“ Hymn in Honor of Beauty. Line 132.
For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the Body make.
MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide;
To loose good dayes, that might be better spent
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;
To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires ”

“ In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. ”

“ SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699.
Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed.
Ancient and Modern Learning.
No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.
Memoirs. Vol. ii. p. 255.
When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over. ”

“ Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
Conjure with 'em,—
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2.
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2. ”

“ Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
Some less majestic, less beloved head?
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 168.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, [547:1]
With one fair spirit for my minister,
That I might all forget the human race,
And hating no one, love but only her!
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 177.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more. ”

“ What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe! [799:3]
Thoughts. Chap. x. 1.
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.
Thoughts. Chap. x. 1.
For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it? ”

“ When you have shut your doors, and darkened your room, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; but God is within, and your genius is within,—and what need have they of light to see what you are doing? ”

“ By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes. ”

“ In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. ”

“ One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Epigram.
None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle. ”

“ To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me. [334:2]
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10.
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
Ode on Solitude.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Ode on Solitude.
Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
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Tell me, my soul, can this be death? ”

“ Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Retaliation. Line 31.
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
Retaliation. Line 46.
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. ”

“ The world can never fill.
Walking with God.
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Exhortation to Prayer.
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God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Light shining out of Darkness.
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a shining face.
Light shining out of Darkness.
Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
The Needless Alarm. Moral.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last. ”

“ Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep! It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. ”