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"Blow wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt couriers to oak-clearing thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once,
"Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,
As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side
He wound with toilsome march his long array.
To arms! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.'
"There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable; and let it come! I repeat it, Sir, let it
"It is in vain, Sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the North will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that the Gentlemen wish? What would they have? 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!"-Patrick Henry.
"Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword,
The gates of honor on me,-turning out
To fling your offices to every slave!
Vipers, that creep where man disdains to climb,
Hang hissing at the nobler man below!"
"Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart;
So did'st thou travel on like's common way
SONNET TO MILTON.- Wordsworth.
"Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
His visionary brow; a glow worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Fairy-land
To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
THE SONNET.-- Ibid.
'Beauty, Good, and Knowledge are three sisters That doat upon each other, friends to man,
Living together under the same roof,
And never can be sundered without tears,
-He that shuts Love out, in turn shall be
THE PALACE OF ART.- Tennyson.
"Think of him [Goldsmith] reckless, thriftless, vain if you like but merciful, gentle, generous, full of love and pity. He passes out of our life, and goes to render his account beyond it. Think of the poor pensioners weeping at his grave; think of the noble spirits that admired and deplored him; think of the righteous pen that wrote his epitaph—and of the wonderful and unanimous response of affection with which the world has paid back the love he gave it. His humor delighting us still; his song fresh and beautiful as when first he charmed with it: his words in all our mouths: his very weakness beloved and familiar,—his benevolent spirit seems still to smile upon us: to do gentle kindnesses: to succour with sweet charity: to soothe, to caress, and forgive: to plead with the fortunate for the unhappy and the poor."-Thackeray.
"The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy."-- Portia.- MERCHANT OF VENICE.
"The flowers may fade away, the woods may fall,
And men may feed the worms beneath the pall,
The flame of life still burns,
And God still sits on high,
And watches Earth below, with his unsleeping eye!
CARMEN NATURE TRIUMPHALE.-R. H. Stoddard.
For not only is God Not his wisdom here,
"Each in his own way; each in his own profession; each through that little spot in the universe given to him. everywhere, but all of God is in every point. and His goodness there; the whole truth may be read, if we had eyes, and heart, and time enough, in the laws of a daisy's growth. God's Beauty, His Love, His Unity; nay, if you observe how each atom exists, not for itself alone, but for the sake of every other atom in the universe, in that atom or daisy, you may read the law of the Cross itself. The crawling of a beetle before now has taught perseverance, and led to a crown. The little moss, brought close to a traveller's eye in an African desert, who had lain down to die, roused him to faith in that Love which had so curiously arranged the minute fibres of a thing so small, to be seen once, and but once by a human eye, and carried him, like Elijah of old, in the strength of that heavenly repast, a journey of forty days and forty nights to the sources of the Nile; yet who could have suspected divinity in a beetle, or theology in a moss?"- Robertson.
"We hold the keys of Heaven in our hands,
Transfigured in the light that streams along the lands!
And up and down the skies,
With winged sandals shod,
The angels come and go, the Messengers of God!
Nor do they, fading from us, e'er depart,—
It is the childish heart;
We walk as heretofore,
Adown their shining ranks, but see them.
Not Heaven is gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!" CARMEN NATURE TRIUMPHALE. - Stoddard.
"Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
With our faint hearts the mountain strives;
Waits with its benedicite;
And to our age's drowsy blood
Still shouts the inspiring sea."
VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL.-J. R. Lowell.
"Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold!
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim.
But while this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."- Shakespeare.
"How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,
Were discord to the speaking quietude
That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills,
A metaphor of peace: all form a scene