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Fair Nature's book together read,
The old wood-paths that knew our tread,
The maple shadows overhead, –

The hills we climbed, the river seen
By gleams along its deep ravine,
All keep thy memory fresh and green.

Where'er I look, where'er I stray,
Thy thought goes with me on my way,
And hence the prayer I breathe to-day :

O'er lapse of time and change of scene,
The weary waste which lies between
Thyself and me, my heart I lean.

COME then, my friend! my genius! come along;

master of the poet, and the song !
And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To man's low passions, or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise ;
Formed by thy converse happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.
0, while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame;
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ?
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose,
Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,
Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend !
That, urged by thee, I turned the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart:
For wit's false mirror held up Nature's light;
Showed erring pride, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT ;
That REASON, PASSION, answer one great aim;
That true SELF-LOVE and SOCIAL are the same;
That VIRTUE only makes our bliss below;
And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.

Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, nor
The half-unconscious power to draw
All hearts to thine by Love's sweet law.

With these good gifts of God is cast
Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast
To hold the blesséd angels fast.

If, then, a fervent wish for thee
The gracious heavens will heed from me,
What should, dear heart, its burden be ?


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Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou
Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blessed are
Whose blood and judgmentare so wellco-mingled,

To sound what stop she please : Give me that


But I've in vain essayed it,

And feel I cannot now.
FRIEND after friend departs :
Who hath not lost a friend ?

While memory bids me weep thee,
There is no union here of hearts

Nor thoughts nor words are free, That finds not here an end ;

The grief is tixed too deeply Were this frail world our only rest,

That mourns a man like thee. Living or dying, none were blest.

Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,

There surely is some blesséd clime
Where life is not a breath,

The half-seen memories of childish days,
Nor life's affections transient fire,

When pains and pleasures lightly came and went; Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

The sympathies of boyhood rashly spent

In fearful wand'rings through forbidden ways; There is a world above,

The vague, but manly wish to tread the maze Where parting is unknown;

Of life to noble ends, — whereon intent, A whole eternity of love,

Asking to know for what man here is sent, Formel for the good alone ;

The bravest heart must often pause, and gaze, And faith beholds the dying here

The firm resolve to seek the chosen end Translated to that happier sphere.

Of manhood's judgment, cautious and mature,

Each of these viewless bonds binds friend to friend Thus star by star declines,

With strength no selfish purpose can secure : Till all are passed away,

My happy lot is this, that all attend As morning high and higher shines, That friendship which first came, and which shall To pure and perfect day;

last endure. Nor sink those stars in empty night;

AUBREY DE VERE. They hide themselves in heaven's own light. JAMES MONTGOMERY.


HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.

As e'er my conversation coped withal.

HOR. O my dear lord — [Died in New York, September, 1820.).


Nay, do not think I flatter : GREEN be the turf above thee,

For what advancement may I hope from thee Friend of my better days !

That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, None knew thee but to love thee,

To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor Nor named thee but to praise.

be flattered ?

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pom P, Tears fell, when thou wert dying,

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, From eyes unused to weep,

hear? And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep.

Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,

And could of men distinguish, her election When hearts, whose truth was proven,

Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been Like thine, are laid in earth,

As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, There should a wreath be woven

A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards To tell the world their worth ;

those And I, who woke each morrow

That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To clasp thy hand in mine,
Who shared thy joy and sorrow,
Whose weal and woe were thine, -

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear his

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, It should be mine to braid it

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“My eyes are dim with childish tears,

My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears

Which in those days I heard.

“ Thus fares it still in our decay:

And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away

Than what it leaves behind.

CORIOLANUS." (Aufidius the Volscian to Caius Marcius Coriolanus.] AUF.

O Marcius, Marcius ! Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my

heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yond' cloud speak divine things, and

say, 'T is true,"I'd not believe them more than thee, All-noble Marcius. - Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-against My grainéd ash an hundred times hath broke, And scared the moon with splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valor. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married ; never man Sighed truer breath ; but that I see thee here,

“The blackbird amid leafy trees,

The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please,

Are quiet when they will.

“With Nature never do they wage

A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free:

Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Few are the hearts that have proved the truth
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Of their early affection's vow ;
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell And let those few, the beloved of youth,

Be dear in their absence now.
We have a po

on foot; and I had purpose O, vividly in their faithful breast Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Shall the gleam of remembrance play, Or lose mine arm for 't. Thou hast beat me out Like the lingering light of the crimson west, • Twelve several times, and I have nightly since When the sunbeam hath passed away! Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me, We have been down together in my sleep,

Soft be the sleep of their pleasant hours, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,

And calm be the seas they roam ! And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy May the way they travel be strewed with flowers Marcius,

Till it bring them in safety home! Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that And when we whose hearts are o'erflowing thus Thou art thence banished, we would muster all

Ourselves may be doomed to stray, From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war

May some kind orison rise for us, Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,

When we shall be far away!

HORACE TWISS Like a bold flood o'erbear. O, come! go in, And take our friendly senators by th' hands; Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,

THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. Who am prepared against your territories, Though not for Rome itself.

" We take each other by the hand, and we exchange a few A thousand welcomes! words and looks of kindness, and we rejoice together for a few

short moments; and then days, months, years intervene, and we And more a friend than e'er an enemy;

see and know nothing of each other." - WASHINGTON IRVING. Yet, Marcius, that was much.

Two baiks met on the deep mid-sea,

When calms had stilled the tide ;

A few bright days of summer glee WHEN TO THE SESSIONS OF SWEET There found them side by side. SILENT THOUGHT.

And voices of the fair and brave

Rose mingling thence in mirth ; When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

And sweetly floated o'er the wave

The melodies of earth.
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

Moonlight on that lone Indian main
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Cloudless and lovely slept ; Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

While dancing step and festive strain For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

Each deck in triumph swept. And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight. And hands were linked, and answering eyes Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

With kindly meaning shone ; And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

O, brief and passing sympathies,
The sad account of fore-bemoanéd moan,

Like leaves together blown !
Which I new pay, as if not paid before ;
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, A little while such joy was cast
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

Over the deep's repose,
Till the loud singing winds at last

Like trumpet music rose.





COUNT not the hours while their silent wings

Thus waft them in fairy flight;
For feeling, warm from her dearest springs,

Shall hallow the scene to-night.
And while the music of joy is here,

And the colors of life are gay,
Let us think on those that have loved us dear,

The Friends who are far away.

And proudly, freely on their way

The parting vessels bore ;
In calm or storm, by rock or bay,

To meet - 0, neverinore !
Never to blend in victory's cheer,

To aid in hours of woe ;
And thus bright spirits mingle here,

Such ties are formed below.


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Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,

And sell the mighty space of our large honors FROM “CHRISTABEL."

For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Alas! they had been friends in youth:

Than such a Roman.
But whispering tongues can poison truth;


Brutus, bay not me,
And constancy lives in realms above ;

I'll not endure it : you forget yourself,
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;

To hedge me in ; I am a soldier, I,
And to be wroth with one we love

Older in practice, abler than yourself
Doth work like madness in the brain.

To make conditions.
And thus it chanced, as I divine,


Go to ; you are not, Cassius.
With Roland and Sir Leoline !

Cas. I am.
Each spoke words of high disdain

Bru, I say you are not.
And insult to his heart's best brother ;

Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself:
They parted, — ne'er to meet again !

Have mind upon your health; tempt me nofurther.
But never either found another

Bru. Away, slight man !
To free the hollow heart from paining.

Cas. Is 't possible ?
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,


Hear me, for I will speak. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;

Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? A dreary sea now flows between,

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder

Cas. O ye gods! ye gods ! Must I endure all Shall wholly do away, I ween,

this? The marks of that which once hath been.

BRU. All this $ ay, more : Fret, till your proud

heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND

Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch

Under your testy humor? By the gods,

You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

Though it do split you ; for from this day forth Cas. That you have wronged me doth appear I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, in this :

When you are waspish.
You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella, Cas.

Is it come to this ?
For taking bribes here of the Sardians ;

Bru. You say you are a better soldier : Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. And it shall please me well : For mine own part, Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such a I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CAs. You wrong me, every way you wrong me,
Cas. In such a time as this, it is not meet

Brutus ;
That every nice offence should bear his comment. I said an elder soldier, not a better;

BRU. Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself Did I say, better?
Are much condemned to have an itching palm, Bru.

If you did, I care not.
To sell and mart your offices for gold,

Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus
To undeservers.

have moved me.
I an itching palm ?

Bru. Peace, peace ! you durst not so have
You know that you are Brutus that speak this, tempted him.
Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. CAs. I durst not?
Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corrup BRU. No.

Cas. What! durst not tempt him ?
And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. BRU.

For your life you durst not.
Cas. Chastisement !

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love ; BRU. Remember March, the ides of March re- I may do that I shall be sorry for. member!

BRU. You have done that you should be sorry
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?

What villain touched his body, that did stab, There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ;
And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That struck the foremost man of all this world, That they pass by me as the idle wind,
But for supporting robbers,

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