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A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
The weary idol takes his stand,
Your fist, old fellow! off they go!-
LOVE AND MATRIMONY.
'T'Sawidnight in the blue and moonlit deep,
Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth; Sweet is revenge, especially to women, Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen.
"IS sweet to hear,
, The song and oar of Adria's gondolier,
By distance mellowed, o'er the waters sweep; 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear;
'Tis sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we c 'Tis sweet to be awakened by the lark,
Or lulled by falling waters; sweet the hum
In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth,
From civic revelry to rural mirth;
'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels,
By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels,
Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels;
Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the school-boy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
But sweeter still than this; than these, than all,
Is first and passionate love,-it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall; The tree of knowledge has been plucked, -all's
known,And life yields nothing further to recall
Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown, No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven Fire which Prometheus, filched for us from heaven.
-Lord Byron (Don Juan.)
"YING her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in. But not alone in the silken snare Did she catch her lovely floating hair, For, tying her bonnet under her chin, She tied a young man's heart within.
They were strolling together up the hill,
And it blew a color, bright as the bloom,
O western wind, do you think it was fair
- Nora Perry.
F in youth, the universe is majestically unveiling, and everywhere heaven revealing itself
on earth, nowhere to the young man does this heaven on earth so immediately reveal itself as in the young maiden. Strangely enough, in this strange life of ours, it has been so appointed.
In every well-conditioned stripling, as I conjecture, there already blooms a certain prospective Paradise, cheered by some fairest Eve; nor in the stately vistas, and flowerage and foliage of that garden, is a tree of knowledge, beautiful and awful in the midst thereof, wanting. Perhaps, too, the whole is but the lovelier if cherubim and a flaming sword divide it from all footsteps of men, and grant him, the imaginative stripling, only the view, not the entrance. Happy season of virtuous youth, when shame is still an impassable barrier; and the sacred air-cities of hope have not shrunk into the mean clay hamlets of reality, and man, by his nature, is yet infinite and free!
- Thomas Carlyle.
The Immortality of Love.
"HEY sin who tell us love can die!
With life all other passions fly,
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell;
But love is indestructible;
Too oft on earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times oppress'd,
It here is tried and purified,
But the harvest-time of love is there.
The day of woe, the watchful night,
An over-payment of delight?
To sing thee, oh Immortal Love, who knows By what majestic voices long ago Thy eulogy was said. I do not dare To bring a voice which thou didst never train, To the high soaring difficult air Of thy celestial strain. Yet how of Life to sing, ana yet noi tell of Love ; And since thou art the source of song, And all our hearts dost move, I will essay thy praise, nor fear to do thee wrong. For see, the lovers go With lingering steps and slow, By dim arcades where sunbeams scarcely reach; On sea-struck northern beach, Or breathless tropic strand, By evening breezes fanned ; Or through the thick life-laden air Of some great city; or through the hush Of summer twilights 'midst the corn ; When all the dying heavens glow and blush Or the young moonlight curves its crescent horn. Oh, wondrous bond that binds In one sweet concord separate minds,
And from their union gives
No sting of sense it is
The sorrows of the world and leave life glorified !
From brute earth more and more
burns low ;
skies. Oh, blessed dream which for awhile dost hide
Linked arms and hearts aglow;
He sees within her eyes
We liked each other, that was all, quite all there was
So we just shook hands upon it, in a business sort of
HAD sworn to be a bachelor, she had sworn to be
a maid, For we quite agreed in doubting whether matrimony
paid; Besides, we had our higher loves, fair science ruled my heart,
[in art. And she said her young affections were all wound up So we laughed at those wise men, who say that friend
ship cannot live 'Twixt man and woman, unless each has something
more to give; We would be friends, and friends as true as e'er were
man and man I'd be a second David, and she Miss Jonathan.
We shared Jur secrets and our joys, together hoped and
feared, With common purpose sought the goal that young am
bition reared; We dreamed together of the days, the dream-bright
lays to come; We are strictly confidential, and we call each other
We scorned all sentimental trash-vows, kisses, tears
and sighs; High frier hip, such as ours,
well such childish arts despise;
And many a day we wandered together o'er the hills,
prize To run in with their waterfalls, and groves, and sun