ly blight,
Comes o'er the councils of the brave,
And blasts them in their hour of might!
_Lalla Rookh: The Fire Worshipers_. T. MOORE.

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master.
And cried "All hail!" whereas he meant all harm.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act v. Sc. 7_ SHAKESPEARE.

Tellest thou me of "ifs"? Thou art a traitor:
Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
_King Richard III. Altered, Act iv, Sc. 3_. C. CIBBER

TREE.

Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets hail!
Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks!
Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep!
Delicious is your shelter to the soul.
_Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

Now all the tree-tops lay asleep,
Like green waves on the sea,
As still as in the silent deep
The ocean woods may be.
_The Recollection_. P.B. SHELLEY.

Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
The arch beneath them is not built with stones,
Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
And carved this graceful arabesque of vines;
No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,
No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,
No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.
_My Cathedral_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
_Hyperion, Bk. I_. J. KEATS.

A brotherhood of venerable Trees.
_Sonnet composed at ---- Castle_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm,
A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend
Shade above shade, a woody theatre
Of stateliest view.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
_Yew-Trees_. W. WORDSWORTH.

TRIFLE.

A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act iv, Sc. 8_. SHAKESPEARE.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hair, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The thin