ge
Had slightly pressed its signet sage.

Canto ii. St. 22.

Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.

Canto iv. St. 1.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Canto iv. St. 30.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Canto v. St. 10.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

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And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.

* * * * *

_The Lord of the Isles_.

Canto v. Stanza 18.

O many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark, the archer little meant!
And many a word at random spoken
May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!

* * * * *

_Old Mortality_.

Vol. ii. Chapter xxi.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

_Bob Roy_.

Vol. i. Chapter ii.

O for the voice of that wild horn
On Fontarabian echoes borne.

* * * * *

_The Monastery_.

Vol. i. Chapter ii.

Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!

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THOMAS MOORE.
1780-1852.

_Lalla Rookh_. _The Fire-Worshippers_.

O, ever thus from childhood's hour
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.

* * * * *

_The Light of the Harem_.

Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.

_All that's bright must fade_.

All that's bright must fade--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.

* * * * *

_Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour_.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

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REGINALD HEBER.
1783-1826.

_Christman Hymn_.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.