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Which must be carried on, and safely may;
The River Thames. - DENHAM.*
"And praise the easy vigor of a line,
1. My eye, descending from the hill, surveys
2. Though with those streams he no remembrance hold,
The mower's hopes, nor mock the plowman's toil,
4. When he to boast or to disperse his stores,
So that to us no thing, no place, is strange,
*He flourished from 1615 to 1668.
5. O, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
Upon the Sight of a Great Library. — JOSEPH HALL.*
1. WHAT a world of wit is here packed up together! I know not whether this sight doth more dismay or comfort me it dismays me to think that here is so much that I cannot know; it comforts me to think that this variety yields so good helps to know what I should.
2. There is no truer word than that of Solomon, is no end of making many books; this sight verifies it there is no end; indeed, it were pity there should. God hath given to man a busy soul, the agitation whereof cannot but through time and experience' work out many hidden truths.
3. To suppress these would be no other than injurious to mankind, whose minds, like unto so many candles, should be kindled by each other. The thoughts of our deliberation are most accurate; these we vent into our papers. What a happiness is it, that, without all offense of necromancy, I may here call up any of the ancient worthies of learning, whether human or divine, and confer with them of all my doubts! that I can at pleasure summon whole synods of reverend fathers, and acute doctors, from all the coasts of the earth, to give their well-studied judgments, in all points of question which I propose.
4. Neither can I cast my eye casually upon any of these silent masters, but I must learn somewhat; it is a wantonness to complain of choice. No law binds me to read all; but the more we can take in and digest, the better liking must the mind's needs be. Blessed be God, that hath set up so many clear lamps in his church!
5. Now, none but the willfully blind can plead darkness; and blessed be the memory of those his faithful servants, that have left their blood, their spirits, their lives, in these precious papers, and have willingly wasted themselves into these during monuments, to give light unto others.
* 1650, called the English Seneca.
On the Day of Judgment. - EARL OF ROSCOMMON.t
1. THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
2. The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
*Flourished from 1657 to 1687. + Born 1633; died 1684.
3. Then shall, with universal dread,
4. O then, what interest shall I make
5. Forget not what my ransom cost, Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost, In storms of guilty terror tost.
Prostrate my contrite heart I rend,
6. Well may they curse their second breath,
The Hours.-M. G. LEWIS.
1. NE'ER were the zephyrs known disclosing More sweets, than when in Tempe's shades They waved the lilies, where reposing Sat four-and-twenty lovely maids.
Those lovely maids were called “the Hours,”
2. False Love, how simple souls thou cheatest! In myrtle bower that traitor near
Long watched an Hour the softest, sweetestThe evening Hour, to shepherds dear.
In tones so bland he praised her beauty,
Such melting airs his pipe could play,
The thoughtless Hour forgot her duty,
3. Meanwhile the fold was left unguarded;
To the American Union. TUPPER.
1. GIANT aggregate of nations,
2. Every petty class-dissension,
3. Fling away absurd ambition!
4. Were I but some scornful stranger,
Still my counsel would be just;