La chair est triste, hélas, et j'ai lu tous les livres. Ne suis-je pas un faux accord ns la divine symphonie, Grâce à la vorace Ironie Qui me secoue et qui me mord? Pour qui sait pénétrer, Nature, dans tes voies, Au fond de tes fureurs comme au fond de tes joies, Tel, parmi les sanglots, les rires et les haines, La vie a beau frémir autour de ce cœur morne, Autumn Song KNOW'ST thou not at the fall of the leaf Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain In Autumn at the fall of the leaf, DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. Fame, Love, and Youth LOOK down, look down from your glittering heights The joys and the pangs of your eagle flights, The rapture that thrilled when the goal was won, The goal of a life's desire; And a voice replied from the setting sun— Nay, the dearest and best lies nigher. How oft in such hours our fond thoughts stray To the young wife's kiss; to the child at play, And little we'd reck of power and gold, And of all life's vain endeavour, If the heart could glow as it glowed of old, WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY. THE Psyche HE butterfly the ancient Grecians made But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. Philosopher PHILOSOPHERS are lined with eyes within, And, being so, the sage unmakes the man. In love, he cannot therefore cease his trade; Scarce the first blush has overspread his cheek, He feels it, introverts his learned eye To catch the unconscious heart in the very act. PHILOSOPHER His mother died,—the only friend he had,- RALPH WALDO EMERSON. Mutability E are as clouds that veil the midnight moon ; WE How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings. We rest. A dream has power to poison sleep; It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow, PERCY BYSSHe Shelley |