CCXIX. WHEN youthful faith hath fled, No earthly burst again Of gladness not of gloom But 'tis an old belief That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief, Dear friends shall meet once more. Beyond the sphere of time, And Sin and Fate's control, Serene in endless prime Of body and of soul. That creed I fain would keep, Eternal be the sleep, Unless to waken so. John G. Lockhart. CCXX. THE FAIR THIEF. BEFORE the urchin well could go, Still, to reveal her artful wiles, She stole Aurora's balmy breath, These were her infant spoils, a store Apollo's wit was next her prey, Great Jove approved her crimes and art; Exert thy vengeance on this fair; And let her prison be my arms. Charles Wyndham, Earl of Egremont. CCXXI. ЕРІТАРН. A Husband to a Wife. THOU Wert too good to live on earth with me, Unknown. CCXXII. No truer friend than woman man discovers, Unknown. CCXXIII. TILL death I Sylvia must adore ; Unknown. CCXXIV. TREASON doth never prosper-What's the reason? Sir John Harrington. CCXXV. NONE, without hope, e'er loved the brightest fair, CCXXVI. George, Lord Lyttelton. To MADAME DE DAMAS LEARNING ENGLISH THOUGH British accents your attention fire, You cannot learn so fast as we admire. For who would teach you but the verb "I love." Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford. CCXXVII. As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, Aaron Hill. CCXXVIII. I LOVED thee, beautiful and kind, Robert, Earl Nugent. CCXXIX. To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, CCXXX. My heart still hovering round about you CCXXXI. Unknown. ON THE DISTINGUISHED SINGER, MISS On this Tree if a nightingale settles and sings, Henry Luttrell. CCXXXII. ON SOUTHEY'S DEATH. FRIENDS! hear the words my wandering thoughts would say, Walter Savage Landor. CCXXXIII. THE LADY WHO OFFERS HER LOOKINGGLASS TO VENUS. VENUS, take my votive glass; Since I am not what I was, What from this day I shall be, Venus, let me never see. Matthew Prior. (From Plato.) CCXXXIV. MYRTILLA, early on the lawn, Steals roses from the blushing dawn; Aurora steals them back again! Unknown. CCXXXV. ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG PRESENTED BY MR. POPE TO THE PRINCE OF WALES. I AM his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray, tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Alexander Pope. CCXXXVI. ON THE GREEK SCHOLAR GOTTFRIED A Syllogism, with the Conclusion suppressed. THE Germans in Greek Are sadly to seek; Not five in five-score But ninety-five more; All save only Hermann, And-Hermann's a German. Richard Porson. |