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GREATNESS - POWER.

14. Earth's highest station ends in "here he lies," And "dust to dust" concludes her noblest song. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

15. O greatness! thou art but a flattering dream, A watery bubble, lighter than the air.

16. Power! 't is the favourite attribute of gods, Who look with smiles on men who can aspire To copy them.

17. To reign is pleasant, tho' it be in hell;

Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.

TRACY.

MARTYN.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

18. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind;
Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

19. He, who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find

20.

Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;

He, who surpasses or subdues mankind,

Must look down on the hate of those below.

Tho' far above the sun of glory glow,

And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow
Contending tempests on his naked head.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

-Leonidas, and Washington,

Whose every battle-field is holy ground,

Which breathes of nations sav'd, not worlds undone ;
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound!
While the mere victors may appal or stun
The servile and the vain, such names will be
A watchword, till the Future shall be free.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

21.

The greatest chief,
That ever peopled hell with heroes slain,
Or plung'd a province or a realm in grief.

22. Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the great,
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?

BYRON'S Don Juan.

Yes-one-the first,-the last,-the best,-
The Cincinnatus of the West,

Whom envy dar'd not hate

Bequeath'd the name of Washington,

To make men blush there was but one.

BYRON.

23. Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table, earth-whose dice were human bones.

BYRON'S Age of Bronze.

24. While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,
Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven;
Or drawing from the no less kindled earth
Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth;
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

BYRON'S Age of Bronze. 25. And that odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds, Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

26. For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death,

What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave! Their lives did not end when they yielded their breath, Their glory illumines the gloom of the grave.

27. They speak in characters that never die, The human greatness of an age gone by.

BYRON.

W. C. LODGE.

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28.

GRIEF-TEARS - WEEPING.

The warrior's name,

Tho' peal'd and chim'd on all the tongues of fame,
Sounds less harmonious to the grateful mind,
Than his, who fashions and improves mankind.

BARLOW'S Columbiad.

1.

GRIEF-TEARS-WEEPING.

Some grief shows much of love,

But much of grief shows still some want of wit.

2. Thy heart is big! get thee apart and weep.
Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Begin to water.

3. I did not think to shed a single tear

In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.

4. I am a fool, to weep at what I'm glad of.

5. Nor can the bravest mortal blame the tear Which glitters on the bier of fallen worth.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Hide not thy tears; weep boldly-and be proud To give the flowing virtue manly way:

7.

"Tis nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt
In soft adoption of another's sorrow!

Sorrow, that streams not o'er,

SHIRLY.

AARON HILL.

Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more;
Dumb, infelt pangs, too well supply the woe
That grief, in suffering silence, shuns to show.

AARON HILL.

8. There is a kind of mournful eloquence

In thy dumb grief, that shames all clamorous sorrow.

NAT. LEE.

9. Behold the turtle who has lost her mate;
Awhile with drooping wings she mourns his fate;
But time the rueful image wears away,
Again she's cheer'd, again she seeks the day.

GAY'S Dione.

10. No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears,
No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears,
Not the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising sun, that gilds the vernal morn—
Shine with such lustre as the tear, that flows
Down virtue's manly cheek, for others' woes.

DR. DARWIN.

11. The short, thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall.

12. In all the silent manliness of grief.

POPE.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

13. Tears yet are ours whene'er misfortunes press,
And, tho' our weeping fails to give redress,
Long as their fruits the changing seasons bring,
Those bitter drops will flow from sorrow's spring.

R. BLAND'S Philemon.

14. Sighs, tho' in vain, may tell the world we feel,
And tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal.

15. Nor shame, nor apathy, nor pride, Might then forbid the briny tide; Uncheck'd it trickles down the cheeks: "Tis the still tear that transport speaks.

R. T. PAINE.

MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou.

16. "T is said at times the sullen tear would start, But pride congeal'd the drop within his eye.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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GRIEF-TEARS - WEEPING.

17. Each has his pang, but feeble sufferers groan With brain-born dreams of evil all their own. BYRON'S Childe Harold.

18. So madly shrill, so piercing wild.

BYRON'S Parisina.

19. Howe'er our stifled tears we banish,
When struggling as they rise to start,
We check those waters of the heart,
They are not dried-those tears unshed,-
But flow back to the fountain head,
And, resting in their spring more pure,
For ever in its depths endure,
Unseen, unwept, but uncongeal'd,
And cherish'd most when least reveal'd.

20. Not one sigh shall tell my story,

Not one tear my cheek shall stain;
Silent grief shall be my glory-

Grief, that stoops not to complain !

21. The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind,
The wreck by passion left behind,
A shrivell'd scroll, a scatter'd leaf,
Scar'd by the autumn blast of grief.

BYRON'S Parisina.

MRS. ROBINSON.

BYRON'S Giaour.

22. Away! we know that tears are vain,
That death ne'er heeds nor hears distress;
Will this unteach us to complain,

Or make one mourner weep the less?

23. Oh! too convincing-dangerously dear,

In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear!
That weapon of her weakness, which can wield
To save-subdue-at once her spear and shield.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Corsair.

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