,a ,,century ,,of ,,emblems ,printed by ,r4 ,r4 ,,clark1 ,edinburgh4 ,a ,century of ,emblems ,,by ,g4 ,s4 ,,cautley ,,vicar ,,of ,,nettleden1 ,,author ,,of ',,the ,,afterglow1' ,,and ',,the ,,three ,,fountains4' ,,with ,,illustrations ,by the ,lady ,marian ,alford1 ,rear-,admiral ,lord ,w4 ,compton1 ,venble4 ,lord ,a4 ,compton1 ,r4 ,barnes1 ,j4 ,d4 ,cooper1 and the ,author ,london ,,macmillan ,,and ,,company #ahgh ,illustration ,illustration3 ,a ,,century ,,of ,,emblems ,to the ,memory ,,of ,,charles ,,douglas1 ,,marquis ,,of ,,northampton1 ,,this ,,little ,,book1 ,,mainly ,,due ,,in ,,its ,,present ,,form ,,to ,,his ,,generosity ,,and ,,counsel1 ,,is ,,dedicated1 ,,in ,,all ,,grateful ,,and ,,tender ,,recollection ,,by ,,the ,,author4 ,illustration ,,preface4 ,this small volume is the latest of above three thousand#a of a similar kind1 which1 under the general title of ,books of ,emblems have followed in the wake of the ,libellus ,emblematum1#b a work1 much resembling a child's primer in outward appearance1 published at ,augsburg in ,a4,d4 #aecb1 and composed by ,andrea ,alciati1 a famous lawyer1 antiquary1 and litterateur of ,milan4 ,this book consisted of nearly a hundred ,latin ,epigrams1 some original1 some translated or paraphrased from the ,greek1 and each accompanied by a rude woodcut illustration4 ,alciati was the first author who gave the name of ,emblem to this form of expressing his ideas3 and the notion for so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word ,emblem1 which signifies anything inserted4 ,the ,greeks and ,romans used to insert small pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases1 drinking-cups1 and various other utensils3 these little works of art were called ,emblems3 they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses1 and often made removable at pleasure1 so that they formed no necessary part of the article which they adorned4 ,alciati1 therefore1 considering that the illustrations formed no necessary portion of his book1 and that they were only inserted1 as he says himself1 to make his moral and philosophical teaching more attractive1 gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of ,book of ,emblems4 ,this idea took greatly with the public of his day1 and for upwards of two hundred years afterwards1 and generated a class of books now reckoned among the fossils of literature1 which may be dug out of ancient libraries1 or procured by chance here and there through the agency of those useful purveyors1 the publishers of ,catalogues of second-hand works4 ,now ,emblem books have had their day1 and are no longer regarded as a means of instruction or delight4 ,they have done their duty as ornamental wits and lively educators1 and now make way for others more suited to the age4 ,there will be found very few theological teachers of our day who would1 like ,sebastian ,stockhamer1#c not only advise a patron to have the ,emblems of ,alciati always at hand at home and abroad1 but suggest that he should do as ,alexander did with the works of ,homer1 sleep with them under his pillow4 ,he1 therefore1 who ventures to put forth his own conceits1 clothed in this old-fashioned dress1 before the present world of critical thinkers and impatient novel readers1 must apologise for his intrusion and crave indulgence4 ,some1 perhaps1 who may look into these pages1 will sympathise with the ,author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following the footsteps of the ingenious ,emblematists of old1 and will accept the subjoined ,emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the subject3-- ,though the new be gold1 some love the old4 ,they have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high1 ,and white flashing gables--my childhood's delight1 ,the old home is gone1 and the sorrowing eye ,shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site2 ,so flowed my fresh feeling1 when loud at my side ,rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide3 ,what an emblem is here of the glories of change1 ,which purges and pares the old world to its quick2 ,transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange1 ,with its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick4 ,the prose chilled like ice1--,i sank into my skin1 ,and felt my poor sentiment almost a sin4 ,the ,author thinks it necessary to say1 that circumstances over which he had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea1 which was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration2 and it is only by the assistance of many friends1 to whom his best acknowledgments are due1 that he has been able to provide the comparatively few accompanying woodcuts4 ,,footnotes3 #a ,see p4 #h of ,preface to ,andrea ,alciati and his ,book of ,emblems1 etc41 by ,henry ,green1 ,m4,a42 ,london1 ,truebner and ,co41 #ahgb1 in which the learned writer states he has formed an index of ,emblem ,books of which the titles number upwards of #cjjj1 and the authors above #acjj4 #b ,this little book was followed by another of the same description published at ,venice #aedf4 ,these two were afterwards combined into one volume4 #c ,see p4 #e of his edition of ,a4 ,alciati ,emblemata1 #aeef4 ,,contents4 ,,page ,,proem #a ,,emblems ,,everywhere #c ,,the ,,sun ,,an ,,emblem ,,of ,,the ,,creator #d ,,sunset ,,on ,,campagna ,,of ,,rome #e ,,cupid ,,reformed #g ,,colossal ,,hand ,,in ,,museum ,,at ,,rome #h ,,puritans ,,and ,,ritualists #i ,,the ,,beacon ,,crest #aj ,,rooks #aa ,,una #ab ,,lighthouse ,,built ,,like ,a ,,church #ac ,,church ,,in ,,the ,,valley #ad ,,church ,,bells ,,and ,,sheep ,,bells #ae ,,the ,,brook ,,at ,,sunset #af ,,the ,,church ,,tower ,,at ,,sunset #ag ,,summer ,,sunset #ah ,,the ,,comet #ai ,,the ,,rocket #bj ,,the ,,girandola ,,at ,,rome #ba ,,the ,,moon #bb ,,heaven ,,lights ,,and ,,home ,,lights #bd ,,cloud ,,emblem #be ,,cottage ,,smoke ,,ascending #bf ,,smoke ,,not ,,ascending #bg ,,the ,,careless ,,shepherd #bh ,,child ,,and ,,snakes #bi ,,innocence #ca ,,hilarion #cb ,,the ,,foolish ,,colt #cc ,,trouts #cd ,,the ,,platypus #ce ,,the ,,rape ,,of ,,proserpine #cf ,,girls ,,running #cg ,,the ,,siren #ch ,,the ,,strange ,,choice #ci ,,the ,,puddle #dj ,,the ,,miry ,,lane #da ,,the ,,doubtful ,,race #db ,,the ,,sliding ,,boy #dc ,,youth #dd ,,the ,,ferry ,,of ,,death #de ,,the ,,forge ,,and ,,the ,,sunset #df ,,the ,,undergrowth #dg ,,winter ,,in ,,may #dh ,,the ,,solitary #di ,,the ,,golden ,,mean #ej ,,autumn #ea ,,justissima ,,tellus #eb ,,the ,,flinty ,,field #ec ,,home ,,and ,,abroad #ed ,,distant ,,sounds #ee ,,the ,,friendly ,,thorn #ef ,,happiness #eg ,,bridegroom ,,to ,,bride #eh ,,the ,,ear-,,ring #ei ,,the ,,garden ,,pool #ei ,,the ,,scarecrow #fj ,,we ,,judge ,,others ,,by ,,ourselves #fb ,,the ,,lay ,,figure #fc ,,the ,,windmill #fd ,,fairies ,,and ,,factories #fe ,,righteous ,,overmuch #ff ,,inexperience #fg ,,the ,,sunken ,,iron-,,clad #fh ,,the ,,master',s ,,will #fi ,,now ,,or ,,never #gj ,,labour ,,lost #ga ,,the ,,lost ,,fish #gb ,,striking ,,the ,,tent #gc ,,the ,,turkish ,,bridge #gd ,,the ,,crocodile #ge ,,the ,,mountains ,,of ,,el ,,tih #gf ,,damascus ,,in ,,the ,,evening #gg ,,the ,,two ,,goats #gh ,,the ,,arab ,,well #gi ,,the ,,dead ,,crocodile #hj ,,the ,,hyaena #ha ,,gratitude #hb ,,the ,,nubian ,,boatmen #hc ,,the ,,christian ,,pilgrim #hd ,,the ,,forget-,,me-,,not #he ,,texts ,,on ,,tombstones #hf ,,rose ,,garden ,,at ,,ashridge #hg ,,the ,,heifer ,,deprived ,,of ,,her ,,mates #hh ,,ducks ,,at ,,play #hi ,,the ,,tame ,,hare #ij ,,the ,,watchful ,,dog #ia ,,the ,,puppies ,,and ,,the ,,thunder #ib ,,emblem ,,of ,,true ,,philosophy #ic ,,the ,,guide-,,post #id ,,the ,,wayside ,,monitor #ie ,,the ,,boomerang #if ,,the ,,wrong ,,place #ig ,,the ,,wrong ,,time #ih ,,travelling ,,for ,,excitement #ii ,,the ,,hawser #ajj ,,trained ,,cormorants #aja ,,the ,,bat #ajb ,,waterfall ,,by ,,the ,,sea #ajc ,,the ,,dying ,,swan #ajd ,,the ,,peacock #aje ,,the ,,hunter #ajf ,,the ,,racer #ajh ,,the ,,sybarites #aji ,,francis ,,perrier ,,the ,,engraver #aaj ,,rome #aaa ,,theodoric #aab ,,social ,,life ,a ,,picnic #aac ,,the ,,hippocampus1 ,,or ,,sea-,,horse #aag ,,bivalves #aba ,illustration ,,illustrations4 ,,page ,,emblems ,,everywhere ,r4 ,barnes #c ,from ,drawing by the ,author4 ,,cupid ,,reformed ,j4 ,d4 ,cooper #g ,from a slight ,sketch by the late ,marquis of ,northampton4 ,,the ,,beacon ,,crest ,rear-,admiral ,lord ,w4 ,compton #aj ,,lighthouse ,,like ,a ,,church ,the ,author #ac ,,the ,,brook ,,at ,,sunset ,do4 #af ,,the ,,comet ,do4 and ,j4 ,d4 ,cooper #ai ,,the ,,moon ,do4 #bb ,,cottage ,,smoke ,,ascending ,do4 #bf ,,child ,,and ,,snakes ,lady ,marian ,alford #bi ,,the ,,foolish ,,colt ,the ,author #cc ,,the ,,rape ,,of ,,proserpine ,do4 #cf ,,the ,,strange ,,choice ,do4 #ci ,,the ,,doubtful ,,race ,do4 #db ,,the ,,ferry ,,of ,,death ,r4 ,barnes #de ,from ,sketch by the ,author4 ,,winter ,,in ,,may ,the ,author #dh ,,autumn ,do4 #ea ,,home ,,and ,,abroad ,do4 #ed ,,happiness ,r4 ,barnes #eg ,from ,sketch by the ,author4 ,,the ,,scarecrow ,the ,author #fj ,,the ,,windmill ,do4 #fd ,,inexperience ,rear-,admiral ,lord ,w4 ,compton #fg ,,now ,,or ,,never ,do4 #gj ,,striking ,,the ,,tent ,the ,author #gc ,,the ,,mountains ,,of ,,el ,,tih ,do4 #gf ,,the ,,arab ,,well ,do4 #gi ,,gratitude ,r4 ,barnes #hb ,from ,drawing by the ,author4 ,,the ,,forget-,,me-,,not ,the ,author #he ,,the ,,heifer ,,deprived ,,of ,,her ,,mates ,do4 #hh ,,the ,,watchful ,,dog ,do4 #ia ,,the ,,guide-,,post ,do4 #id ,,the ,,wrong ,,place ,do4 #ig ,,the ,,hawser ,rear-,admiral ,lord ,w4 ,compton #ajj ,,waterfall ,,by ,,the ,,sea ,the ,author #ajc ,,the ,,hunter ,do4 #ajf ,,francis ,,perrier ,do4 #aaj ,,the ,,hippocampus ,r4 ,barnes #aag ,from ,nature4 ,,bivalves ,ven4 ,lord ,a4 ,compton #aba ,,frontispiece ,,and ,,frames ,,to ,,woodcuts ,lady ,marian ,alford4 ,a ,,century ,,of ,,emblems ,,proem4 ,i had not breathed such notes as these1 ,save to myself in field or wood1 ,but for the venial hope to please ,some spirits of the wise and good4 ,for honest mirth that sings the truth1 ,and shakes a bell in ,folly's ear1 ,may serve a crumpled hour to smooth1 ,and whisk away a peevish tear2 ,while haply to the heart may go ,some tones amid the fall and rise1 ,and stir the silent springs below ,of deeper1 holier sympathies4 ,so now into the streets of life ,i venture forth1 but not alone1 ,too well aware its roar and strife ,would drown my feeble undertone4 ,and mindful of the world's disdain1 ,i mimic him of ,rhodope1,a ,and start1 escorted by a train ,of beast1 and bird1 and flower1 and tree2 ,for lack of these1 his guardian brood1 ,the poet in his lonely woe1 ,by ,thracian dames was torn and strewed ,upon the ,hyperborean snow4 ,were these the critics of the day8 ,and does this ancient tale1 forsooth1 ,symbol the perils of his way ,who seeks to win by tuneful truth8 ,thrice welcome1 then1 ,o sister art6 ,divert the eye with pictured spell1 ,assume your own attractive part1 ,and share the wrath you may not quell4 ,,footnote3 ,a ,orpheus4 ,illustration ,,emblems ,,everywhere4 ,a simple faith1 if fancy fed ,is girt with holy signs1 ,and common sights are seen and read ,as writ in holy lines4 ,a fish1 a ship1 the night and day1 ,some ,christian truth declare1 ,and e'en the winging crows display ,black crosses in the air4 ,nor blame thou this simplicity1 ,for love is at the core1 ,which only sees what others see1 ,but feels a little more4 ,,the ,,sun ,,an ,,emblem ,,of ,,the ,,creator4 ',mid the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist1 ,the valley awakens in beauty and tears1 ,for the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd1 ,and the presence is felt ere the splendour appears4 ,now the cloud-curtain parts--from pavilion of gold ,the monarch goes forth with tiara of flame1 ,and his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled1 ,reflect on our hearts the ,ineffable ,name4 ,o emblem of ,godhead6 majestic1 supreme1 ,life drinks at thy fountain1 its wave is our breath1 ,while in rapturous awe of the glory we dream ,whose glance is creation1 whose absence is death4 ,,sunset ,,on ,,campagna ,,of ,,rome4 ,when bathes the sun his burning crown1 ,within old ,ostia's main1 ,he sends transforming angels down ,upon the ,roman plain4 ,bright threads they fling of iris hue1 ,and scatter crimson plumes1 ,as if all nature to renew ,with showers of fiery blooms4 ,see flashing out in golden grace ,a thousand arches rise1 ,and bridge the violet depths of space ,to mountains of surprise4 ,to mountain waves of amethyst1 ,all flaming up carmine2 ,upon each crest the angels rest ,who tend the sun's decline4 ,but soon the subtle pomps of light ,evade us like a dream1 ,and with a breath the greys of night ,envelop every gleam4 ,the fires are dead1 the gold is stone1 ,the mountains1 shadowy ghosts3 ,ah1 whither are the angels gone ,with all their radiant hosts8 ,they travel on from height to height1 ,in splendour to diffuse ,the truth that earth's divinest light ,hath no abiding hues4 ,illustration ,,cupid ,,reformed4 ,,love ,,trained ,,is ,,heaven ,,gained4 ,you say he wounds both good and naught1 ,both old and young in wanton play1 ,was never brat so badly taught1-- ,there1 take his feathery stings away3 ,now send him to the ,sunday school1 ,with decent frock o'er shoulders small1 ,there let him learn the golden rule1 ,he'll prove a cherub after all4 ,,colossal ,,hand ,,in ,,museum ,,at ,,rome1 ,a4,d4 #ahef4 ,this hand colossal from ,colossus torn1 ,this idol fragment pedestal'd on high1 ,fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn1 ,than in the pomp of its integrity4 ,it heartens love1 that finger pointing ever ,up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home1 ,where members of one ,lord no creed shall sever1 ,though sundered here1 alas6 in papal ,rome4 ,,puritans ,,and ,,ritualists4 ,in robes symbolical1 through incensed air1 ,some pray in temples amid lights and hues1 ,while some in tabernacles simply bare1 ,beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse4 ,pray1 ,christians1 as ye will1 by nurture swayed1 ,habit1 tradition1 phantasy1 or youth-- ,with faith is all2 our ,lord hath only said1 ,he will be served in spirit and in truth4 ,but1 brethren of a brotherhood divine1 ,so dear to ,him on whom ye daily call1 ,why darken with the dust of strife malign ,the sunshine of that love that blesses all8 ,illustration ,,the ,,beacon ,,crest4 ,,to ,,the ,,memory ,,of ,,spencer1 ,,marquis ,,of ,,northampton4 ,a blessing on the beacon's name1 ,our guide across the midnight sea2 ,who bears for crest that guardian flame1 ,himself a burning light should be4 ,and such thou wert1 my patron dear1 ,thy beams were justice1 faith1 and love2 ,ah6 may we by their memory steer1 ,since thou art with the lights above4 ,,rooks4 ,o rooks1 ,i love to watch through quiet eve ,your mystic circles in the golden air1 ,and in your solemn monotones conceive ,the instinct of a universal prayer4 ,welcome then1 wide-winged blackamoors1 who poise ,inverted wigwams in the swaying heights1 ,and cheer the windy ,march with clanging noise1 ,long may fate spare your labour and delights1 ,toilers and teachers strenuously good ,like you ,i see life's gusty hours defy1 ,like you from earth they win their daily food1 ,like you they build their hopes and homes on high4 ,,una4 ,we thank thee1 gentle ,spenser1 for thy song ,of ,una1 virgin ,una brave and sweet1 ,whose eloquence subdued the ,satyr throng1 ,and bowed the tearful monsters to her feet4 ,nor song alone but prophecy was thine1 ,forecasting many a ,una wise and mild1 ,who spends her loving life in toil divine1 ,taming street ,arabs petulant and wild1 ,the gutter offspring of a race obscure2 ,cheerly to these within their noxious dens ,the ,cross she brings1 nor doubts its shining pure ,grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense1 ,and though to scare the ribald from her way ,no guardian lion by her side doth move1 ,the shield of faith she bears hath sovran sway1 ,and the strong spirit of all-conquering love4 ,illustration ,,lighthouse ,,built ,,like ,a ,,church4 ,that tapering ,pharos pierces night ,as would a church bell tower2 ,and far and wide its streaming light ,symbols the ,church's power1 ,which flinging many a radiant clue ,o'er life's bewildering foam1 ,guides weary souls the darkness through ,to their celestial home4 ,,church ,,in ,,the ,,valley4 ,a tree of life from ,eden far1 ,o lowly church1 you stand6 ,so stood the ,lord whose sign you are1 ,and blessed the barren land4 ,a tower of strength you show to all ,who recognise ,his grace3 ,the tender lights which round you fall ,write heaven upon your face4 ,your bells down in the hollow lea ,cry as from sheltering nest1 ,come all ye labouring men to ,me1 ,and ,i will give you rest4 ,,church ,,bells ,,and ,,sheep ,,bells4 ,the sheep bells tinkle from the knoll ,faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near1 ,but hark6 at hand the funeral toll ,how solemn and how clear ,each wafts a hint to faithful love ,of ever-mingling wealth and woe1 ,the energy of life above1 ,the requiem below4 ,now sweeps the wholesome evening breath ,as tho' a voice from ,heaven should fall1 ,blending the notes of life and death1 ,and harmonising all4 ,illustration ,,the ,,brook ,,at ,,sunset4 ,could ,pison or ,pactolus old ,eclipse our little stream to-night8 ,what grape might yield a glossier gold1 ,such amber streams1 ,and ruby gleams ,fringed all along with dazzling light ,that ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright8 ,brief pageant6 minions of the sun1 ,with him the hues in gloom decline2 ,then think on the ,eternal ,one1 ,sun of the soul1 ,at whose control ,outpours the living light divine1 ,the grace that turns life's water into wine4 ,,the ,,church ,,tower ,,at ,,sunset4 ,see with a radiance noontide never gave ,our little tower fling back the evening gold6 ,like to a sunlit rose upon a grave1 ,like to a star upon the midnight wave1 ,when all of earth that was so bright and brave ,is waning into dusk obscure and cold4 ,so in the nightfall of that dread decay ,when worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign1 ,they who o'erlooked her on her lowly way1 ,they who despised her in her robes of clay1 ,shall in the glory of her opening day ,bow down abashed before the ,bride ,divine4 ,,summer ,,sunset4 ,i saw the summer sunset die ,on golden clouds beyond the rain1 ,i saw the dying ,christian lie ,bright-eyed amid a weeping train4 ,i read on evening's roseate pile ,hope of a lovelier day than this2 ,i hailed in that expiring smile ,assurance of eternal bliss4 ,illustration ,,the ,,comet4 ,lone one1 wilt thou no signal pass1 ,thy mission to declare1 ,whether a world-destroying mass1 ,or flame-flower of ,elysian grass1 ,or seraph's burning hair8 ,or may be torch from hearth unknown ,upheld by powers unseen1 ,each pacing their appointed zone ,in mute procession one by one ,a thousand years between4 ,let ,time shake out my dribbling sand2 ,who would not die to see ,the eternal treasures of a land ,whose glories shine above a strand ,with waifs and strays like thee6 ,,the ,,rocket4 ,the child who sees the rocket fire ,its arch of stars o'er tower and plain1 ,laments to find them all expire1 ,and but a worthless wand remain4 ,and such with all its soaring sound ,is eloquence despite of art1 ,whose flashy flights the ear astound1 ,but leave no light within the heart4 ,,the ,,girandola ,,at ,,rome4 ,o suns6 ,o founts6 ,o domes of fire1 ,o palaces of seraph kings6 ,o shining ones who all aspire ,to fan the stars with flaming wings6 ,my soul1 what gracious glorious power ,to hue and radiance ,god hath given6 ,i felt as though for half-an-hour ,i stood before the gates of ,heaven4 ,now all is dark1 and so ,i bring ,with joy my splendid memories home1 ,and think of heaven whene'er ,i sing ,the bright ,girandola of ,rome4 ,illustration ,,the ,,moon ,,on ,,earth ,,disowned1 ,,in ,,heaven ,,enthroned4 ,when first behind the woods arose ,the moon with red distempered fire1 ,we feared beyond the hilly close ,some conflagration dire4 ,but see her now enthroned on high1 ,clear of the thwarting trees1 ,she glows upon the watchet sky ,god's seal of golden peace4 ,so spirits rich in grace divine ,misunderstood1 distorted1 here1 ,shall with unsullied lustre shine ,in ,heaven's congenial sphere4 ,,heaven ,,lights ,,and ,,home ,,lights4 ,pale broken lights that close our heavenly view ,caressing eve ere weeps the twilight dew1 ,tender ye are as love smiles shining through ,life's parting hour3 adieu1 dark day1 adieu6 ,ye cheer our footsteps on the wintry way1 ,kind hints from ,heaven when earth is cold and gray4 ,heaven is our home2 and we but wanderers through ,this glimmering vale3 adieu1 dark day1 adieu6 ,short is our journey now1 nor steep the road2 ,sound still our limbs and light our daily load2 ,chill night we leave behind1 and hasten through ,home's glowing door3 adieu1 dark day1 adieu6 ,dear emblems1 these we cherish till the last ,deep nightfall on our brows the shadow cast1 ,and we by faith see glory shining through ,the door of death3 adieu1 dark day1 adieu6 ,,cloud ,,emblem4 ,beneath the vault of yonder clouds ,a lake of sunshine lies1 ,the rent between those shifting shrouds ,reveals it to our eyes4 ,the glory of its amber light ,clasped by an opal shore1 ,melts me to joy ,i cannot write ,and makes my heart adore4 ,i feel as if the great white throne ,rose dazzling there above1 ,nor inaccessible its zone ,to those that feel and love4 ,beneath1 the elders all bow down ,each in his radiant stole-- ,each in the lake hath cast his crown1 ,the homage of a soul4 ,emblem of ,heaven6 sublime device6 ,no air can thee retain3 ,read in the ,word1 the ,heart1 the ,skies1 ,thee we shall meet again4 ,illustration ,,cottage ,,smoke ,,ascending4 ,the silent smoke in column true ,streams from the poor man's hearth1 ,right up into the ether blue1 ,uniting heaven and earth4 ,from lowly hearts thus quiet prayer ,sends up a golden cord ,to ,god's right hand1 uniting there ,the labourer to his ,lord4 ,,smoke ,,not ,,ascending4 ,the lolling smoke which clouds the noonday skies ,and mars the outline of our orchard trees1 ,smirching the buds and blossoms1 here supplies ,an emblem of the gross ignoble ease ,of apathetic souls1 which lost in sloth1 ,lifting no thought to heaven1 with sordid care ,infect young hearts around1 and check the growth ,of aspirations craving purer air4 ,,the ,,careless ,,shepherd4 ,how like the world these flowery leas ,on which fantastic shadows play2 ,and1 lo1 the shepherd sleeps at ease1 ,and sheep like sinners go astray4 ,the night mist broods o'er yonder mere2 ,wake1 slumberer6 lest thy ,lord complain ,when the dim folding hour draws near1 ,and thou shalt seek ,his lambs in vain4 ,illustration ,,child ,,and ,,snakes4 ,haste6 ere the simple infant die ,which1 lured by glistening strakes1 ,with tender fingers would untie ,that knot of tangled snakes4 ,thus man with a perverted skill1 ,in his own darkness blind1 ,the mystic coil of ,fate and ,will ,seeks madly to unbind4 ,guide ,thou aright his questing zeal1 ,teach him in ,thy bright word ,content ,thy perfect love to feel1 ,o ,spirit of the ,lord6 ,,innocence4 ,we children shuddered when we heard ,of many a pretty painted bird ,held by the glittering eye ,of cruel serpent1 fold on fold1 ,close gliding1 till with blood run cold ,the victim dropt to die4 ,but we revived when friends would say ,how rustling leaf1 or broken spray ,might foil the poisonous snare1 ,and how the bird1 untranced and free1 ,shoots like a meteor from the tree ,into the azure air4 ,so innocence may be beguiled ,by sensual spirits masked and mild1 ,and feigning pure delight2 ,but dropt the mask1--on wings of prayer1 ,o'er mists of earth and clouds of air ,she gains her holy height4 ,,hilarion4 ,see at ,hilarion's saintly sign ,the serpent mount the pyre1 ,and all its scaly strength resign ,to the consuming fire4 ,such is the miracle of ,grace ,which on the pilgrim's way1 ,ordains that hell's malignant race ,should work its own decay4 ,let but the faithful suppliant urge1 ,god will ,his fire impart1 ,the serpent coils of sin to purge ,from every willing heart4 ,illustration ,,the ,,foolish ,,colt4 ,this discontented colt1 full fed1 ,aweary of its pasture rich1 ,half dislocates its brainless head ,for nettles in the dusty ditch4 ,skills not the amplest range of joys1 ,what we have not is our desire2 ,this proved amid his golden toys ,the little prince who screamed for mire4 ,,trouts4 ,with poising fins against the stream1 ,their heads the shadowy troutlings set1 ,though vain their patient instincts seem1 ,for chilly ,april's mirrored gleam ,no fly disturbs as yet4 ,and so against ill-fashion's tide1 ,with faithful wills untaught to swerve1 ,though cold philosophy deride1 ,the saints hold on and calmly bide ,his season whom they serve4 ,,the ,,platypus4 ,a triple monster here is shown ,which old ,chimera mocks1 ,bird1 fish1 and quadruped in one1 ,the duck-billed ,paradox4 ,emblem of him whose every wish ,concentres in a feast2 ,like duck he gobbles1 drinks like fish1 ,and proves himself a beast4 ,illustration ,,the ,,rape ,,of ,,proserpine4 ,sweet ,proserpine you here behold ,far from her corn-crowned mother's care1 ,dragged down by ,pluto1 swart and old1 ,his dismal throne to share4 ,she figures many a one the prey ,of passion's ill-resisted powers1 ,who1 spurning all that love can say1 ,seeks but for earthly flowers4 ,ere these you gather1 maiden mine1 ,with faith's pure lilies wreathe your soul1 ,then fear not any art malign ,shall work thee mortal dole4 ,,girls ,,running4 ,as yet they make of life a dancing race1 ,rarely they pause to pant1 still less to think2 ,they have not met the dark ones face to face1 ,they have not shuddered o'er the ghastly brink4 ,life's holiday is theirs2--how sweet to hear ,the gay young laughter rippling down the wind2 ,ah6 who would breathe the name of care or fear1 ,or hint that fortune could be less than kind6 ,they skim gazelle-like pitfalls set in flowers1 ,too glib their ankles for the serpent's bite1 ,yet on and on they rush to meet the hours ,of dimness and perplexity and night4 ,yes1 each must suffer1 and some too will fall1 ,but not for aye need sin and grief o'ercast2 ,may ,he who knows ,his lambs1 and loves them all1 ,to ,his own fold ingather them at last4 ,,the ,,siren4 ,a ,siren on a rocky isle1 ,a youth upon the cliff is seen2 ,she tries his fancy to beguile1 ,the deep dark water moans between4 ,gentle thou art1 he saith1 and fair1 ,yet nought thine azure eyes avail1 ,amid the golden coils of hair1 ,gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail4 ,yet still he gazed1 she smiled the more3 ,she sang a wondrous witching strain2 ,he groaned and sighed1 he laughed and swore1 ,then plunged into the deadly main4 ,illustration ,,the ,,strange ,,choice4 ,how grim the woods1 the tower how pale2 ,the landscape colourless and cold1 ,while all the hovel foul and frail1 ,the ragged thatch and battered sail1 ,are gorgeous in the sunset gold6 ,such seems the girl's capricious part1 ,who flouts the noble1 wise1 and true1 ,and wastes her loving burning heart1 ,and glorifies with doting art ,the basest of her courting crew4 ,,the ,,puddle4 ,this shallow pool which ruffling in the breeze1 ,spurts gold and azure at the morning sun1 ,ere night will be a blot of slimy lees1 ,by the absorbing heat and wind foredone4 ,thou dost with glittering surface1 puddle fine1 ,of fools and prodigals the fate pourtray1 ,who in the transient flattery swell and shine ,of knaves who suck their substance all away4 ,,the ,,miry ,,lane4 ,we looked o'er the gate on a wearisome lane1 ,tracked afar by cold gleams of the new fallen rain2 ,an emblem it seemed of that oft-trodden road1 ,the sorrowful life1 and its final abode1 ,with its mire of transgressions and furrows of care1 ,its pools full of tears1 and its sloughs of despair2 ,and we sighed to perceive it was lost to our view ,amid desolate wilds and vague ridges of blue4 ,but there flamed up the welkin a ravishing change1 ,that engulphed in its splendours the misty cloud range1 ,and the path that we shuddered at caught the sky's fire1 ,the pools flushed in silver1 and gold was its mire2 ,and we smiled in our hearts when we saw that it led ,right into the sunset 'neath streamers of red4 ,faith's path will reflect the celestial glow1 ,and bring heaven to the heart wheresoever we go2 ,deep and rough it may be1 yet they sing on the road ,who know that it ends in the welcome of ,god4 ,illustration ,,the ,,doubtful ,,race4 ,beyond the hill his vessel lies1 ,would he were safe upon its side1 ,who now through brake and thicket flies ,to gain the ferry in his stride4 ,loitering at first1 though well he knew ,that time and tide for no man wait1 ,he dreads to think what ills pursue ,the idle seaman all too late4 ,nelson1 himself a nation's power1 ,victor of hosts in every clime1 ,stood ready aye before the hour1 ,nor ever deigned to race with time4 ,,the ,,sliding ,,boy4 ,he shouts1 he slides1 my rosy boy1 ,a moment1 then comes rattling down2 ,youth's type is here1 a slippery joy1 ,a sudden fall1 a bleeding crown4 ,he rises1 brushing off the tears ,in silence as he glides again2 ,and typifies through all our years ,the soberer course which follows pain4 ,,youth4 ,that thoughtless child of sport and truth1 ,i cannot with reproaches stone1 ,o loving1 laughing1 trusting youth1 ,for ever1 ever gone6 ,sin taints1 alas6 the old and young1 ,and thou hast duly borne the rod2 ,and often for a venial wrong1 ,thou sweetest gift of ,god4 ,i love to muse upon the boy1 ,and his sublime aspirings trace1 ,when hand in hand with ,hope and ,joy ,he challenged ,fate to race4 ,still in my heart ,i fain would bear ,some flowers of his beyond the tomb1 ,perhaps the crystal waters there ,may renovate their bloom4 ,illustration ,,the ,,ferry ,,of ,,death4 ,when o'er death's ferry youth departs1 ,upbraid not his reluctant moan2 ,think of the loved and loving hearts ,he leaves1 to cross the gulf alone4 ,but when life's sun is low i' the west1 ,calmly we may our turn abide1 ,for most of those we love the best ,are shining on the other side4 ,,the ,,forge ,,and ,,the ,,sunset4 ,the sunset pales along the height1 ,the smithy flashes free below1 ,and ever in the thickening light ,the forge emits a lustier glow4 ,as ,faith declines1 with grosser flame ,earth's passion thus our being fills2 ,and ,heaven becomes a fading name1 ,a glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills4 ,,the ,,undergrowth4 ,in yonder grove the woodman's bill ,the pillared trees by scores hath laid1 ,but ,nature every gap will fill1 ,the springing undergrowth will spread1 ,and we shall half forget the ill1 ,so rich the greenery overhead4 ,thus ,death1 the hewer1 down may smite ,into the depths where all must blend1 ,the dearest from our daily sight1 ,yet love shall never lack a friend2 ,still proffer us the young and bright ,such kindly escort to the end4 ,illustration ,,winter ,,in ,,may4 ,winter6 black-browed and bearded with the snows1 ,we thought thee vexed with ,april's wanton ways ,brooding afar amid the ,arctic floes1 ,or with new icebergs fringing dreary bays4 ,loyal we honoured thy appointed time1 ,and crowned thee ,january's lawful king2 ,why falls thy crushing sceptre edged with rime ,upon the verdant loveliness of spring8 ,we think of ,holbein's pencil1 quaint and coarse1 ,and that weird skeleton in ghastly pride ,haling to doom with such superfluous force ,all in her flowery youth the virgin bride4 ,,the ,,solitary4 ,aweary of his worldly life1 ,the tempter to elude1 ,the hermit flies from work and strife ,to desert solitude4 ,but there1 alas6 finds no repose ,from ,fancy's ,comus crew1 ,since dream he must1 where'er he goes1 ,with nothing else to do4 ,would'st drive such imps from heart and brain1 ,take1 then1 the ancient way1 ,prescribed in many a holy strain1 ,and work as well as pray4 ,,the ,,golden ,,mean4 ,all inaccessible a ,tree arose ,amid the shining mountains of ,cathay1 ,its head was capp'd with numbing mists and snows1 ,around its root a fiery whirlpool lay2 ,but midway 'twixt the furnace and the cloud ,bright fruits were by the keen-eyed watchers seen2 ,there1 cried the sage to the excited crowd1 ,behold the treasures of the ,golden ,mean4 ,then girt he some with wings1 and won to skill ,through many a fall between the earth and sun1 ,the wings bore names--th' indomitable ,will1 ,and ,faith--by these the glorious prize they won4 ,illustration ,,autumn4 ,he sat among the yellowing trees1 ,low winds to beech and oak did call1 ,murmuring of ,nature's old decrees ,and yearly tribute to the ,fall4 ,now is there silence all around1 ,and you may hear the branches cast ,their offerings on the fragrant ground1 ',tis here an acorn1 there a mast4 ,and thus in life's autumnal grove1 ,at intervals1 with bated breath1 ,we hear the ripe ones whom we love ,drop to the quiet home of death4 ,,justissima ,,tellus4 ,dear mother ,earth1 no usurer thou1 ,since all who heed thy liberal law1 ,for every dint of spade or plough ,on vale or heath or mountain brow1 ,a full and punctual interest draw4 ,and still thy richest sheaves are they ,which1 in the ripeness of the years1 ,the angel-reapers bear away ,to glory and eternal day1 ,when nought of thee but dust appears4 ,thrice happy they who trace the line ,in every quickening field and grove ,of heaven's munificent design1 ,the recompense of life divine ,for toiling days of faithful love4 ,,the ,,flinty ,,field4 ,you scorn our hill of glittering flints ,as though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth1 ,for that the surface gives no hints1 ,no hopes of genial growth beneath4 ,judge not the surface1 bide the hour ,when ,he1 whose grace can melt the rock1 ,shall bid o'er every flint to tower ,a hundred-headed golden shock4 ,illustration ,,home ,,and ,,abroad4 ,black and white in a windy war-- ,lo6 wave devouring wave1 ,and wilder as we look afar ,the ocean monsters rave4 ,but here1 within this sheltering bight1 ,a glossy sheet upcurls ,in whispering cadence low and light1 ,its rainbows fringed with pearls4 ,secluded thus from outer brawl1 ,in unambitious ease1 ,be ours the lowly home where all ,is tuned to love and peace4 ,,distant ,,sounds4 ,the children at their evening play ,shout from the village street2 ,the wind blows all that's rude away1 ,the rest is gay and sweet4 ,so from our garden seat on high1 ,we love the sound to hear1 ,for distance that enchants the eye ,can fascinate the ear4 ,trills that distract us from the cage ,were in the woods a joy2 ,who scans too narrowly life's page ,will many a boon destroy4 ,,the ,,friendly ,,thorn4 ,i thought an asp had stung my hand ,while thridding ,narnis' fragrant wood1 ,when lo6 in purpling blushes grand1 ,as if my homage to command1 ,the queen of all wild roses stood4 ,the captive beauty soon ,i bound ,my lady's bosom to adorn1-- ,beauty whose joy ,i ne'er had found1 ,upon that tangled briery mound1 ,but for the sharp and friendly thorn4 ,so hearts that slept from hour to hour1 ,pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry1 ,awake to fresh inspiring power1 ,and clasp ,faith's brightest purest flower1 ,the rose divine of ,charity4 ,illustration ,,happiness4 ,to figure true felicity ,this picture doth intend1 ,a pleasant road1 sweet company1 ,and ,god's house at the end4 ,,bridegroom ,,to ,,bride4 ,to the happy all things are heavenly4 ,where'er ,i turn this blessed day1 ',tis heaven and sunshine every way2 ,with heavenly songs and heavenly hues1 ,mingle the birds1 and flowers1 and dews4 ,lo6 here within the crystal moat ,heaven's clouds like radiant islands float1 ,and high above the golden hill ,smiles heavenly summer blue and still4 ,i gaze into thy loving eyes1 ,heaven there in twofold azure lies2 ,and when ,i glance into my heart1 ',tis heaven indeed--for there thou art6 ,,the ,,ear-,,ring4 ,an ear-ring you devise ,for your affianced girl2 ,no diamond will suffice1 ,nor wealth of lustrous pearl1 ,but call her dearest dear1 ,swear nought your love shall sever1 ,if true1 you deck her ear ,with gems that shine for ever4 ,,the ,,garden ,,pool4 ,charmed by the lily's golden eye1 ,i rest upon this margin cool1 ,and think what leagues of azure sky ,are mirrored in the tiny pool4 ,delicious emblem of the mind ,whose fancy rules this bright parterre1 ,ever 'mid sweetest flowers ,i find ,the depths of heaven reflected there4 ,illustration ,,the ,,scarecrow4 ,o ,bella6 what strange wight is there1 ,dark on the evening sky1 ,with flowing cloak1 and streaming hair1 ,and head so grandly high8 ,i feel a throbbing at my heart1 ,for ,william 'tis too soon2 ,see how he waves his arms apart ,saluting the new moon6 ,oh1 clear as daylight is the truth1 ,blinder than bats were we1 ,it is the long-haired foreign youth ,who sang last night to me4 ,he sang of ,fatherland and ,rhine2 ,hush1 ,o provoking cow6 ,i heard the sweet preluding line1 ,the whispering notes1 ,i vow4 ,but nearer as they drew to see1 ,o phantasy forlorn6 ,they find for love and melody ,a scarecrow in the corn4 ,,we ,,judge ,,others ,,by ,,ourselves4 ,here within this golden grove1 ,paved with many a purple flower1 ,here ,i sit and wait my love ,through the ,may-day's parting hour4 ,where the budding gnomons throw ,lengthening shadows far and near1 ,mute ,i sit as man of snow1 ,till my darling's voice ,i hear4 ,ah6 your mirth my passion stirs1 ,mine who am so old and frail2 ,bear with me1 ,o lusty sirs6 ,for my love's the nightingale4 ,,the ,,lay ,,figure4 ,vanita che par persona4--,,dante1 ,inf4 #f4 ,there smirks in many a painter's room1 ,with padded limbs and varnished face1 ,a quaint machine that can assume ,each attitude that art would trace4 ,this doll adult1 when featly tired1 ,can all that's great or fair display1 ,warrior1 or dame1 or saint inspired1 ,prince1 troubadour1 or lovely may4 ,and far beyond the studio's bound1 ,in court and camp1 in church or mart1 ,living machines like this are found1 ,which lure the eye but mock the heart4 ,on wooden-headed soulless guys ,we see such draping splendours thrust2 ,but raise the robe1 and all surprise ,closes in pity and disgust4 ,illustration ,,the ,,windmill4 ,that windmill with its sails at rest ,a thing immovable appears1 ,and o'er the little hamlet nest ,the symbol of ,salvation rears4 ,but when its arms the breezes spurn1 ',tis ,fortune's wheel we image there2 ,reared and depress'd they show in turn ,hope1 joy1 dejection1 and despair4 ,unstable souls1 the ,church at peace1 ,seem steadfast thus in high resolve1 ,but in her storms and perils--these ,through many a shifting phase revolve4 ,,fairies ,,and ,,factories4 ,they crush with piles and tear with thundering wheel ,the rainbow arches from the torrent's spray2 ,the frightened ,fairies1 sure of no appeal1 ,pair off in mournful minuets away4 ,so drudging life stamps out with daily pain ,our brightest1 lightest fancies one by one2 ,oh1 may we hope to see them shine again ,beyond this working world1 beyond the sun6 ,,righteous ,,overmuch4 ,the youthful ,furius sped so fast ,before his folly's roaring wind1 ,his wildest mates he overpass'd1 ,and health and sense were left behind4 ,now turned fanatic devotee ,he deems his mother church too slow1 ,so charters some new craft that he ,a readier way to ,heaven may go4 ,take heed1 my ,furius1 lest you sail ,for love and patience all too fast1 ,without their convoy faith may quail ,a prey to pirate pride at last4 ,illustration ,,inexperience4 ,eye of stranger magnifies danger4 ,adown the dreadful glacis madly borne1 ,against that foaming barricado cast1 ,the barque is doomed6 and with a hissing scorn ,the surge will dance upon the foundering mast4 ,the landsman thus2 the seaman smiles1 quoth he1 ,the barque and wave1 together mount and fall2 ,the horse upholds his rider1 so will she ,career in triumph o'er the watery brawl4 ,oft inexperience brandeth for a bane ,that which for noble uses wisdom gave2 ,the path ,i hail to glory or to gain ,to you1 untried1 reflects an ocean grave4 ,,the ,,sunken ,,iron-,,clad4 ,o concentration of brute force6 ,rhinoceros of the deeps6 ,o ugly ,delos on whose shores ,no soft ,latona sleeps6 ,scant room in thee for birth or love ',mid monsters furnace-born1 ,the iron-throated guns above1 ,below1 the ripping horn4 ,heaven grant ere long we find in thee ,an emblem of all war ,beneath the waves of ,time's deep sea ,buried for evermore6 ,,the ,,master',s ,,will4 ,two ,caravels to sea were gone1 ,two striplings passed the city gate2 ,a shattered hull returns alone1 ,a brother wails a brother's fate4 ,but who elects for good or ill8 ,distrust not mercy though bereft2 ,though storm winds shriek the ,master's will1 ,one taken and the other left4 ,illustration ,,now ,,or ,,never4 ,he who loses luck abuses4 ,we stalked the great stag down the glen1 ,once more1 alas6 ,i failed to kill2 ,such is the lot of luckless men1 ,despite their energy and skill4 ,and now he's safe beyond our ken ,upon the steep and misty hill4 ,he'll come again1 but not to-day1 ,where meet in one the foaming burns1 ,while ,i in fortune's windy play ,am tossed afar from braes and ferns1 ,so plaineth he who throws away ,the happy chance that ne'er returns4 ,,labour ,,lost4 ,the roads were rock1 the sky was flame1 ,the seething mob filled strand and quay1 ,where came an ancient curious dame ,three leagues afoot the launch to see4 ,now as she stooped amid the crowd1 ,stooped to remove a galling stone1 ,she heard a shouting rash and loud2 ,she raised her head--the launch was gone4 ,o dame6 as thou art such are they ,who after years of care and cost1 ,the burning hope of many a day ,by one ignoble stoop have lost4 ,,the ,,lost ,,fish4 ,ah6 cries the boy1 was never seen ,a fish like that which broke my rod1 ,such weight1 such breadth of scaly sheen1 ,a sucking whale he might have been1 ,a grampus or ,newfoundland cod4 ,thus in our aims we all are boys1 ,and ,fortune's present grace abuse2 ,for1 ever of all earthly toys1 ,love1 honours1 triumph1 gain1 or joys1 ,the richest is the one we lose4 ,illustration ,,striking ,,the ,,tent4 ,this quaint round bower1 this sheltering canvas cave1 ,in which we ate and slept1 and prayed1 and planned1 ,falls in a moment1 when to yonder slave ,expectant of the sign my hand ,i wave1 ,all limp and shapeless on the desert sand4 ,depart in peace1 ,o wanderer of ,useit6 ,rejoicing in thy strength the mountain tread1 ,yet never may'st thou this memento slight2 ,erect to-day for labour and delight1 ,to-morrow prone among the dusty dead4 ,,the ,,turkish ,,bridge4 ,whene'er we saw the arches gleam1 ,we shouted trending down the ridge1 ,better by far to ford the stream1 ,than trust the doubtful ,turkish bridge4 ,such1 are false promises believed2 ,such1 confidence and love betrayed2 ,such those who having once deceived ,a warning offer1 not an aid4 ,,the ,,crocodile4 ,this monstrous ,effet on the solid ground ,right on and on can work his easy way1 ,but in his cramping plates of armour bound1 ,slowly and sorely wheels his length around1 ,and so eludes him every nimble prey4 ,so have we known through prejudice and use1 ,a mind that crawls in one pernicious groove1 ,a dreary tunnel with the narrowest views1 ,a cumbrous mind inflexibly obtuse1 ,which reason cannot turn nor feeling move4 ,illustration ,,the ,,mountains ,,of ,,el ,,tih4 ,the pilgrim on the bleached ,el ,tih ,stares at the rocky wall awhile1 ,nor through the shadeless glare can see1 ,rift1 pathway1 or defile4 ,yet1 just one burning corner past1 ,behold the glittering cliffs dispart2 ,he finds himself ascending fast ,into the mountain's heart4 ,when troubles thus a barrier raise1 ,oh1 yield not to despair or wrath1 ,press for the turn2 by ,his own ways ,great ,god will show the path4 ,,damascus ,,in ,,the ,,evening4 ,the dream of an enchanted home ,set in an emerald frame1 ,peach bloom1 and topaz walls1 and dome1 ,and minarets of flame2 ,so the great city flashed on us1 ,descending ,antilibanus4 ,from lower slopes a change we see2 ,the towers1 like white-stoled maids1 ,all bleached to purest ivory1 ,arise from purple shades3 ,so the great city smiled on us1 ,descending ,antilibanus4 ,but soon within her gates we found ,the grace and glory gone3 ,darkness for splendour all around1 ,and clay for precious stone4 ,was this the joy that beamed on us1 ,descending ,antilibanus8 ,again a change--a door we pass-- ,o magical surprise6 ,fount1 lamps1 divans1 arcaded glass1 ,a traveller's paradise6 ,emblems of life and death with us ,we brought from ,antilibanus4 ,,the ,,two ,,goats4 ,two goats met on an ,alpine ridge1 ,sharp1 sheer1 and horrible to see2 ,one crouched and formed a living bridge1 ,and so they passed unscathed and free4 ,that both might prosper one must bend1 ,oh1 learn the lesson1 reader mine6 ,so shalt thou compass mercy's end1 ,and so conform to love divine4 ,illustration ,,the ,,arab ,,well4 ,ah me6 it is a cruel spell ,for ,truth as for mankind1 ,if to the depth of yonder well ,the goddess be consigned4 ,for there the sex in daily rout ,with scandal taint the air2 ,no lying rumour runs about ,but hath a mother there4 ,dumb ,truth the while in that dark place ,a laughing-stock is laid2 ,they dash the bucket in her face1 ,widow1 and wife1 and maid4 ,,the ,,dead ,,crocodile4 ,upon the bank of ancient ,nile1 ,a shoal of ,arab boys ,belaboured a dead crocodile1 ,with oriental noise4 ,they cursed his mother and his beard1 ,they cursed his spotted sire1 ,they kicked1 and smote1 and spat1 and jeered1 ,and pelted him with mire4 ,they lashed a cord around his jaws1 ,they sat astride his back1 ,they twisted round his webbed claws1 ,and made the sinews crack4 ,when all at once the cold dead thing1 ,as by ,galvani's art1 ,its flabby tail appeared to swing ,with momentary start4 ,away1 away1 fled every one1 ,round corners and up trees1 ,and left the monster all alone ,in death's unbroken peace4 ,emblem of cowardice is here1 ,patent to mind and eye3 ,what they deserve such wretches fear1 ,without a danger nigh4 ,,the ,,hyaena4 ,i saw a foul hyaena led1 ,two slaves his snout had bound1 ,captured within a tomb they said1 ,and showed his jaws still reeking red ,with blood from holy ground4 ,vile scribblers in their greed of gold1 ,thus through death's cerements thrust1 ',mid scandals there obscene and old1 ,and tales of darkness best untold1 ,battening on filthy dust4 ,illustration ,,gratitude4 ,the ,moslem who accepts your alms ,thanks ,god alone1 the kind and true2 ,the ,frank1 if guerdon cross his palms1 ,thanks only you4 ,both kindness here1 and grace above1 ,duly should every heart confess2 ,and they who slight a brother's love1 ,slight ,god's no less4 ,,the ,,nubian ,,boatmen4 ,these bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong1 ,row on for many a glassy mile ,through burning hours1 and all the while ,they praise in sweet recurring song1 ,the ,lord that brings the ,nile4 ,o thou1 recumbent traveller1 note ,approval of their simple ways1 ,who lighten toil with pious lays2 ',twere ill adown life's stream to float ,without or work or praise4 ,,the ,,christian ,,pilgrim4 ,now the ,christian pilgrim wanders ',mid ravines of sin and care2 ,on the craggy ledge he ponders1 ,probing all with staff of prayer4 ,freshened by the wayside fountain ,with the flag of peace still furled1 ,lo6 he hails the shining mountain ,o'er the ruins of the world4 ,there upon the heights of glory1 ,lettered on the golden clay1 ,he shall read ,earth's complex story ,and his banner float for aye4 ,illustration ,,the ,,forget-,,me-,,not4 ,among the meadow-grasses dank ,that fringe the running stream1 ,this little flower begems the bank ,with turquoise-coloured gleam4 ,emblem of many a mortal's lot1 ,who1 tracking bygone years1 ,still finds the sweet ,forget-me-not ,fast by the fount of tears4 ,,texts ,,on ,,tombstones4 ,where round our church the pious stones ,watch the green pillows of the dead1 ,pass not1 but read in reverent tones ,the silent ,scripture overhead4 ,from desert peak the storm-cloud poured ,light on the tables of the ,law1 ,but sunshine here o'er flowers and sward ,reveals the grace that softens awe4 ,and faith will greet on many a tomb ,an emblem of ,his loving speech ,who said1 if every mouth were dumb ,the very stones ,his truth would teach4 ,,rose ,,garden ,,at ,,ashridge4 ,softly at noontide one reposes ,when sunshine melts the thought to dream1 ,within this labyrinth of roses ,whose centre is the fountain's gleam4 ,we match our mortal life and beauty1 ,with this ineffable array ,of creatures free from sin and duty1 ,delicious even in decay2 ,and love1 in you1 ,o blooms and fountain1 ,a brilliant emblem here to own ,of souls upon the shining mountain1 ,exulting round the ,mercy throne1 ,where1 lovelier than the loveliest flowers1 ,and all like you in ,god's employ1 ,they shine their everlasting hours1 ,and shed around a glorious joy4 ,illustration ,,the ,,heifer ,,deprived ,,of ,,her ,,mates4 ,for absent friends and interrupted loves ,see yonder solitary heifer mourn1 ,as questing vainly round the close she roves1 ,of all her spotted yoke-fellows forlorn4 ,quickened like us this thing of kindred clay ,frets with our passions1 trembles with our fears1 ,but lacking spirit-wings it finds no way ,to hopes that shine above the fount of tears4 ,,ducks ,,at ,,play4 ,they flirt and flounce with many a quack and blow1 ,those ducks intoxicate with summer rain2 ,then deeply dive1 and hidden long below1 ,from unexpected places rise again4 ,thus our old playmates in life's widening stream1 ,amid the crossing currents disappear1 ,yet haply show again as in a dream ,with startling gladness after many a year4 ,,the ,,tame ,,hare4 ,was never beast so cautious seen ,as ,tiny our pet hare2 ,he sniffs at dado1 chair1 and screen1 ,with such suspicious care4 ,yet when his nightly quest is o'er1 ,each rift and corner scanned1 ,he'll spring around and snatch his store ,of parsley from my hand4 ,with ,puss let all suspicion end2 ,the jealous heart will rue2 ,ah6 never doubt an ancient friend1 ,though wary with the new4 ,illustration ,,the ,,watchful ,,dog4 ,one ear he held1 a flapping dockleaf1 low1 ,the other pricking like a horn on high2 ,this heeded all around that come and go1 ,and this the larks careering up the sky4 ,smile1 twofold man1 yet own your emblem here1 ,spirit and flesh alert for duty's call2 ,and1 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere1 ,hearken the voice of ,heaven above them all4 ,,the ,,puppies ,,and ,,the ,,thunder4 ,we heard the puppies madly scold1 ,when crashed on high the thundering peal2 ,they leaped aloft1 as though to hold ,the lightning by the heel4 ,and as the flashes followed fast1 ,still sharper rang the yelping tone1 ,till hoarse and worn they sank at last1 ,yet rolled the thunder on4 ,so worth above detraction's rout ,maintains its even lofty course1 ,and clamour ceases1 wearied out ,with its own futile force4 ,,emblem ,,of ,,true ,,philosophy4 ,at fashion's call with cruel shears ,they cropped poor ,tray's superfluous ears2 ,twice shrieked the mutilated pup1 ,then sniffed and ate the fragments up1 ,nor stayed his losses to deplore1 ,but wagged his tail and craved for more4 ,here1 without ,tupper1 we may see ,the marrow of philosophy1 ,the how and where with natural ease ,to stow away our miseries2 ,nor simply to gulp down our pain1 ,but turn disaster into gain2 ,and when her scissors shear our pate ,to batten on the spoils of ,fate4 ,illustration ,,the ,,guide-,,post4 ,vainly1 unlettered youth1 you come ,and scrutinise each painted word1 ,no aid those arms all fixed and dumb1 ,to your perplexity afford4 ,god's ministers life's guide-posts are1 ,and to the people roundly tell ,at each cross road and thoroughfare1 ,the track to ,heaven1 the ways to ,hell4 ,still more1 they purge the darkened mind ,with helping hands and tongues of fire2 ,what boots the guide-post to the blind1 ,or paralytic in the mire8 ,,the ,,wayside ,,monitor4 ,to one of ,nature's loving tricks ,chance lent a solemn power1 ,a skull beneath a crucifix ,upheld a shining flower4 ,this by the road a traveller saw1 ,and wondering could not chuse ,but nearer still and nearer draw1 ,in silence then to muse4 ,to faith he owned with bated breath ,an emblematic call2 ,life blooming in the jaws of death1 ,and ,jesus over all4 ,,the ,,boomerang4 ,on isles within a distant zone1 ,where bows are slighted or unknown1 ,of toughest wood they say is made ,a missile with a curving blade1 ,which at an angle cleaves the air1 ,and smites its victim unaware4 ,but1 should a hand unskilful throw1 ,it works an unexpected woe1 ,swift on its owner whirling back ,like levin on its deadly track4 ,so from malicious lips slung forth1 ,false words of calumny or wrath ,recoil upon the utterer's heart1 ,inflicting with remorseful dart ,the festering wound1 so slow to heal ,in breasts that are not brass or steel4 ,illustration ,,the ,,wrong ,,place4 ,friend ,colin reared his country seat ,close to a group of noble trees1 ,he blessed their shadows in the heat1 ,he blessed their music in the breeze4 ,grown old and sere1 he dreads their fall1 ',tis safety waging war with taste2 ,he cries1 ,down with them one and all1 ,were never wych elms so misplaced4 ,so they who neither thought nor planned ,hold for secure some transient good1 ,and having built upon the sand1 ,declaim against the wind and flood4 ,,the ,,wrong ,,time4 ,some indiscreet ,abderite boys ,within a limpet's hollow1 ,offer'd in laurel-juice blue flies ,as victims to ,apollo4 ,the god appeased will bless1 they thought1 ,our tasks of prose and rhyme2 ,so they the flitting insects caught1 ,but lost the flitting time4 ,when ,pedagogue their progress tries1 ,nor finds the lesson done1 ,in vain they plead the sacrifice1 ,he whips them every one4 ,,travelling ,,for ,,excitement4 ,i heard the great gorilla roar1 ,my icy blood did curdling creep1 ,astride the ,erymanthian boar1 ,the brute came crashing through my sleep4 ,i woke1 and there all fleecy white1 ,my dainty dog in sunshine played1 ,his feathery paw1 which caused the fright1 ,upon my bosom gently laid4 ,thank heaven1 ,i gasped1 and quivering cried1 ,for still the roaring shook my ear1 ,why seek ,gaboona's deadly tide1 ,when ,i can thrill in safety here8 ,illustration ,,the ,,hawser4 ,we saw a crew in bygone years ,bear out a hawser long and good1 ,which to the tune of mighty cheers ,that stirred our hearts and stunned our ears1 ,drew forth a barque from shoal and mud4 ,large-hearted love thus flies to save ,some victim of life's treacherous sea1 ,from the oppressor's deadly cave1 ,from calumny's o'erwhelming wave1 ,or sordid sink of poverty4 ,,trained ,,cormorants4 ,these cormorants bear a metal ring1 ,the channel of their greed to stay1 ,so trained--they are not taught to sing-- ,they dive at will and catch and bring1 ,but cannot gorge the prey4 ,when orators in their excess ,blab forth what prudence would conceal1 ,say1 could their partisans wish less ,than for a ring their throats to press1 ,and throttle half their zeal8 ,,the ,,bat4 ,o plumeless bird1 ,o legless mouse2 ,between the night and day1 ,flitting around my summer-house ,in quest of insect prey4 ,in thee a type of man is seen1 ,half ape1 half angel he1 ,hope chases the dim hours between ,blank and eternity4 ,but when his twilight course is o'er1 ,freed from the bestial clay1 ,above the angels he shall soar ,in everlasting day4 ,illustration ,,waterfall ,,by ,,the ,,sea4 ,this little fountain night and day ,so far from all the flowers1 ,chants to itself1 and flings away ,a wealth of diamond showers4 ,incessantly without demand1 ,here ,nature's purest gift ,moistens the unproductive sand1 ,or floats the base sea-drift4 ,so from the living ,rock above1 ,on stony hearts and ears ,the message falls of ,gospel love1 ,where not a fruit appears4 ,judge not1 ,o stranger1 thus1 but know ,there many a thirsty fleet ,has filled its casks to overflow1 ,and found the water sweet4 ,though hearts awhile may stony prove1 ,and fruitless as the main1 ,god's mingled stream of truth and love ,has never flowed in vain4 ,,the ,,dying ,,swan4 ,host4 ,tell me1 ,o pilgrim6 for my soul is stirred1 ,on what far shore the willing winds prolong ,the melody of that imperial bird ,which sings to chill-eared death its only song4 ,pilgrim4 ,not mine ,ogygian secrets to impart2 ,but this they said where vague ,meander shone1 ,that only he who hath the poet's heart ,may hear the music of the dying swan4 ,,the ,,peacock4 ,o paragon of feathered grace1 ,what charms thy neck enfold1 ,backed by that glorious orbed space ,thick starred with eyes of gold4 ,though ,philomela soothe the night1 ',tis thine to paint the day2 ,and each a splendour and delight ,sheds on our earthly way4 ,so in thy beauty ,i rejoice1 ,nor flout thy tuneless cries2 ,peacocks with ,philomela's voice1 ,sing but in ,paradise4 ,illustration ,,the ,,hunter4 ,true ,faith4 ,a royal boon for man's delight ,we deem this noble steed1 ,so great in his enduring might ,of courage1 spring1 and speed4 ,and as from coronet to crest ,i muse the creature o'er1 ,there rises freely in my breast ,one happy emblem more4 ',tis ,faith1 the spirit-steed so strong1 ,god's gift to our poor race1 ,which bears the soul of man along ,through duty's arduous chase4 ,with reason's rein his fervour guide ,o soul1 he'll carry thee ,safe up the jagged mountain's side ,as on the level lea4 ,alike to him the morn outspread1 ,or midnight on his way1 ,the fields of light where he was bred ,know neither night nor day4 ,the floods in vain lift up their voice1 ,no slough makes him despond2 ,his rider smiles at ocean's voice1 ,and cries1 ,beyond6 beyond6 ,he leaps with a sublime delight ,o'er aether's flaming zones1 ,and cheers the rider with the sight ,of ,heaven and all its thrones4 ,best at the last1 he knows not death2 ,and when the chase is o'er1 ,changes the simple name of ,faith ,to ,joy for evermore4 ,,the ,,racer4 ,while to the racer swift and strong1 ,inexorable fate ,assigns the weight1 the spur1 the thong1 ,the choking struggle sharp and long1 ,the owner wins the plate4 ,falls to the hind rasped down by toil1 ,and prematurely old1 ,the scanty dole his only spoil ,from lifelong battle with the soil1 ,the master wins the gold4 ,now comes a crying through the air1 ,the peasant's righteous call2 ,lords of the land in liberal care ,earth's profit with the workers share1 ,and we'll be winners all4 ,,the ,,sybarites4 ,valour1 not ornament1 ,wins the life tournament4 ,the silken ,sybarites1 we know1 ,in their superfluous elegance1 ,to measured music1 swift or slow1 ,had trained their battle steeds to dance4 ',twas thus they fell before the flutes ,of that sagacious ,spartan crew1 ,for with the caracoling brutes ,what could such dainty riders do8 ,o tutors6 nerve your pupils' hearts ,with energy for strenuous deeds1 ,or all your sciences and arts ,may prove but ,sybaritic steeds4 ,illustration ,,francis ,,perrier ,,the ,,engraver4 ,with our needs change our deeds4 ,that coinless youth who left his home ,was wealthy in an ardent soul1 ,for1 failing other ways to ,rome1 ,he led the blind and shared his dole4 ,but when the guidance reached its end1 ,the sacred seat of art and fame1 ,his skilful burin stood his friend1 ,and won him competence and name4 ,he leads no more the poor and blind1 ,his walk in life is altered quite2 ,the rich he guides to art refined1 ,and caters for the keenest sight4 ,,rome4 ,three symbols in one sketch combine ,the charms1 ,o ,rome1 we find in thee1 ,the dome1 the monument1 the pine1 ,nature1 and ,art1 and ,memory4 ,,theodoric4 ,conscience makes cowards of us all4 ,a tale grotesque in old-world story read ,of conscience in its dread fantastic force1 ,tells at a banquet how a fish's head ,wrought in the tyrant an insane remorse4 ,for great ,theodoric with blood imbrued1 ,blood of the guiltless1 was to death struck down1 ,when in the dull-eyed sturgeon's face he viewed ,stark murdered ,symmachus' avenging frown4 ,,social ,,life ,a ,,picnic4 ,by many an image1 saint and sage ,have figured human life2 ,a mart1 a maze1 a pilgrimage1 ,a race1 a battle strife4 ,and many another he might phrase ,who studies as they pass ,the human emmet's social ways1 ,through observation's glass4 ,so in my emblem ,i compare ,life to that summer feast ,where every guest supplies a share1 ,the greatest and the least1 ,in this wide hall which ,god hath built ,and hung with landscapes round1 ,whose belted dome at night is gilt ,with stars on azure ground4 ,and here beneath the varying sky1 ',mid meadows1 streams1 and trees1 ,i place my motley company ,reclined in summer ease4 ,in circles set by chance or choice1 ,custom1 or birth1 or creed2 ,yet none so wide but hand or voice ,may minister at need4 ,to live and let live their intent1 ,and viands interchange1 ,piquant1 and sweet1 and succulent1 ,the homely and the strange4 ,bitters and acids some supply1 ,and some the loving cup1 ,while some exhibit wondrously ,a zeal for stirring up4 ,lo1 where apart by fount and rock ,sit lovers all in pairs2 ,here grin buffoons1 here cynics mock ,our follies and our cares4 ,see too the bores1 expect no less ,from any crowd on earth2 ,these teach us patience1 we confess1 ,and give them ample berth4 ,now let us range from group to group1 ,and mingle where we may2 ,let no one scoff1 or scorn to stoop1 ,it is but clay to clay4 ,here all may gain1 and all rejoice ,beneath the genial law ,proclaimed by ,nature's loving voice ,from ,siam to ,loch ,awe4 ,mingle1 she cries1 a glance1 a tone ,may play an angel's part1 ,and serve to pulverise the stone ,which chills the lonely heart4 ,mingle1 she cries1 ,who loves us best1 ,society decreed2 ,and inequality the test ,of love in every need4 ,here some are grand in gems and silk1 ,some grim in ragged grey1 ,poor parents bring but mother's milk1 ,and millionaires ,tokay4 ,some as if empty-handed come2 ,yet with brave sound and show ,add to the brilliance and the hum2 ,life scarce might these forego4 ,and faithful guests will aye believe ,the poor who nought afford1 ,welcomed1 bring more than they receive1 ,in blessings from the ,lord4 ,and surely 'twere a godless roll ,whose record should exclude ,the hearts that feed the hungry soul ,with spiritual food4 ,the cates that wit and science bring1 ,beauty1 and art1 and joy1 ,the arms that toil and tongues that sing ,might ,homer's lyre employ4 ,my emblem briefly would express ,the wealth of deed and speech ,man brings to man1 wherewith to bless ,all hearts within their reach1 ,so they observe as they approve1 ,the golden rule divine1 ,his sacramental law of ,love ,who blessed the bread and wine4 ,illustration ,,the ,,hippocampus1 ,,or ,,sea-,,horse4 ,sea minnow this with pony's crest1 ,just one of ,amphitrite's toys1 ,with which her ,nereids coax to rest ,the little stormy ,triton boys2 ,in truth1 a tiny twisted thing ,which cast upon that golden shore ,the dark-eyed boys to strangers bring ,where sang ,parthenope of yore4 ,device befitting sculptured page ,quaintly with whiffs of song entwined1 ,waif from the ebbing tide of age1 ,a ,hippocampus of the mind1 ,which seeks from out the old and new1 ,a happy cento to compile1 ,whose signs and words around may strew ,the soothing of a quiet smile4 ,now in the fish some hearts may claim ,a symbol ever dear to us2 ,and some the pony pet1 though lame1 ,a little mule of ,pegasus4 ,then haste1 thou atom of a book1 ,to young and old with cheery call2 ,in town1 or train1 or pastoral nook1 ,thy message has a word for all4 ,,bivalves ,illustration ,,bivalves4 ,,abstinence ,,and ,,temperance4 ,proud ,abstinence the gifts of ,heaven denies2 ,but ,temperance the ,giver justifies4 ,,affectation ,,and ,,rudeness4 ,affected manners irritate we know1 ,but rudeness hurts us like a clumsy blow4 ,,almsgiving4 ,deny yourself how much let no one see2 ,god loves a secret costly charity4 ,,architect4 ,o ,architect6 beware how you begin3 ,who founds in error elevates a sin4 ,,art4 ,when ,genius took fair ,nature to his heart1 ,she bore a daughter1 and her name is ,art4 ,,art4 ,five powers combine for ,art's successful course3 ,truth1 beauty1 passion1 unity1 and force4 ,,beauty4 ,a stream to feed love1 joy1 and wonder given2 ,it blesses ,earth1 but springs and ends in ,heaven4 ,,books4 ,books ,i prefer1 for when not to my mind1 ,i shut them up2 not so with human kind4 ,,candour4 ,you speak out what you think1 ,i hear you boast2 ,to think out what you speak would profit most4 ,,candour4 ,you always speak your mind2 then cautious be2 ,no mind from prejudice is always free4 ,,certain ,,preachers4 ,he preaches like those thorn trees which men say ,pierce to the quick1 and hold you half the day4 ,,christian ,,love4 ,a loving nature is a lovely prize1 ,but ,christian love all nature beautifies4 ,,communism4 ,equalise all men6 let a year go round1 ,and where will your equality be found8 ,,comparison ,,of ,,poets4 ,comparison of poets nought avails3 ,eagles with pards1 gazelles with nightingales6 ,,controversialist',s ,,use ,,of ,,the ,,bible4 ,an armourer's store they make the ,book2 ,o scandal6 ,where each may find a blade to suit his handle4 ,,cowardice4 ,alone1 the coward is his shadow's slave3 ,spectators make the vain enact the brave4 ,,criticism4 ,truth1 taste1 and learning1 twine the living three1 ,and thou1 ,o critic1 shalt my ,hermes be4 ,,delusion4 ,for seven years only will this world be seen1 ,says one2 but hires a mansion for fourteen4 ,,detraction4 ,like a bad habit oft this vice prevails1 ,some nibble characters as some their nails4 ,,difference ,,in ,,judging ,,others4 ,the bad condemn with savagery and sneer1 ,the good arraign in sorrow and in fear4 ,,dreams4 ,sleep hath drugged ,reason2 ,fancy ,memory weds2 ,lo1 the wild offspring with a hundred heads4 ,,duty ,,to ,,god4 ,what frenzy dreams of an unpunctual sun8 ,lord1 as in ,heaven1 on ,earth ,thy ,will be done4 ,,earth4 ,to him who sets on earth his only care1 ,life is idolatry1 and ,death despair4 ,,elevated ,,nonentity4 ,through all these years attendance thus to dance1 ,to gain a public insignificance6 ,,enthusiasts4 ,but for such flight1 although it frantic seems1 ,spirits would crawl2 no mean without extremes4 ,,experience4 ,the hard-won fruit of failure and of sorrow1 ,the wisdom many buy1 but few will borrow4 ,,facts ,,and ,,ideas4 ,we cherish our ideas like hot-house flowers1 ,fact1 stubborn ass1 breaks in and all devours4 ,,facts ,,and ,,imagination4 ,in facts amassed a world chaotic lies1 ,imagination bids the ,kosmos rise4 ,,faith4 ,faith prays more fervently for love than light2 ,love's voice will guide to ,heaven though all be night4 ,,faith ,,without ,,love4 ,who loveless faith imbibes1 that devil's drink1 ,makes life a mad-house1 death a fiery sink4 ,,faith ,,and ,,reason4 ,reason1 ,god's revelation shows to ,faith1 ,faith1 ,reason arms for sorrow or for death4 ,,faith',s ,,effect4 ,pierced hearts by faith may light and cheerful be2 ,pure gold admits the finest filigree4 ,,fear ,,of ,,pedantry4 ,scared by the name of pedant1 many flee ,into pert slang or tedious levity4 ,,fire-,,eater4 ,the roar of cannon-balls delights his ears1 ,to him it is the music of the spheres4 ,,foolhardiness4 ,take sense away and men won't dare the less1 ,but courage then we call foolhardiness4 ,,friendship4 ,scan not a friend with microscopic glass2 ,you know his faults1 then let his foibles pass4 ,,genius4 ,draws like ,prometheus from the heavenly hearth ,creative fire that glorifies our earth4 ,,genius ,,and ,,talent4 ,this1 ,talent reproduces to a turn1 ,brightly it shines1 but ah6 it will not burn4 ,,half ,,better ,,than ,,the ,,whole4 ,share happy fortune with thy friend1 my soul1 ,so shall thy half be better than the whole4 ,,happiness4 ,isle of our hopes beyond the sea of tears1 ,reefed round with sin and woe1 delays and fears4 ,,heartless ,,fun4 ,her rattling mouth-peals yield me no delight1 ,she laughs but with her teeth1 and means to bite4 ,,history4 ,fragments of fact mosaic-like combined1 ,all toned and tinted to the artist's mind4 ,,ignorant ,,antagonism4 ,wise opposition challenges advance1 ,but we recoil from arguing ignorance4 ,,ill-,,natured ,,satire4 ,it wears away all love this trenchant art2 ,whittling with keen-edged wit the hearer's heart4 ,,impartiality4 ,justice is easy1 barring love or grudge2 ,but to thyself1 that proves the righteous judge4 ,,impenitent ,,tears4 ',tis not for sin he droops his tearful eye1 ',tis not for sin1 but the discovery4 ,,inconstancy4 ,from love to love the heart inconstant veers ,as passion fills the sail1 and fancy steers4 ,,injudicious ,,praise ,,of ,a ,,picture4 ,he praised the scarlet cap2 this vexed my soul4 ,to praise a portion thus--condemns the whole4 ,,jealousy4 ,strange freak of selfishness which fiends approve1 ,with love intoxicate it murders love4 ,,joking4 ,join in his joke against himself and friends1 ,but do so mildly or your friendship ends4 ,,just ,,and ,,generous4 ,art just8 be more--be generous all the while2 ,dost give8 give quickly with a loving smile4 ,,life4 ,life is a task which takes a life to know2 ,how it is learnt another life must show4 ,,life4 ,life is a long enigma2 true1 my friend2 ,read on1 read on1 the answer's at the end4 ,,life',s ,,garden4 ,life's garden tilled with toil and tears we see2 ,no ,paradise1 sometimes ,gethsemane4 ,,light ,,and ,,shade4 ,he never marked the sunshine on his track1 ,till from the chilly shadows he looked back4 ,,literary ,,quarrels4 ,hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife1 ,charge1 counter-charge1 war to the paper-knife4 ,,limpness4 ,your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills1 ,are patients ready to gulp ,satan's pills4 ,,love4 ,let not ,love sleep cocoon-like1 self-infurled1 ,spin the fair silk1 ,o man1 and clothe the world4 ,,love ,,the ,,tyrant4 ,sweet playfellow is ,love1 but let him rule1 ,a tyrant he becomes1 and you his fool4 ,,love ,,and ,,truth4 ,love without ,truth is but a bubble fair2 ,burst through the glitter1 and your joy is air4 ,,man',s ,,view ,,of ,,providence4 ,what suits their turn is providential all2 ,that which does not by other names they call4 ,,obscure ,,speculation4 ,if fools rush in where angels fear to tread1 ,when wise men follow what is to be said8 ,,originality4 ,a dexterous following is admired by all1 ,but few dare praise the brave original4 ,,painters4 ,painters are men1 and haply ,claude and ,titian ,discussed as we brown pink1 and composition4 ,,peace ,,and ,,war4 ,broken is many a heart by war accurst2 ,some think by peace and plenty they would burst4 ,,point ,,of ,,view4 ,he views all subjects from one point alone2 ,need it be said that point is just his own8 ,,pre-,,raffaelites4 ,make to the whole subservient every part2 ,your piecemeal excellence shows skill not art4 ,,pride4 ,i have no pride1 not ,i1 the donkey cries2 ,what can an ass be proud of8 fox replies4 ,,pride ,,in ,,small ,,matters4 ,how splendidly ,i milk6 you make me laugh2 ,who milks a cow the best must be a calf6 ,,proof ,,of ,,worth4 ,slight not the world1 but still console thy breast ,when those esteem thee most who know thee best4 ,,recrimination4 ,do not recriminate2 that biting strain ,backward and forward will saw love in twain4 ,,scholarship4 ,for scholarship few read1 not one in twenty2 ,but make it ,fellowship1 and you'll find plenty4 ,,scripture ,,and ,,pride4 ,who weighs his worth by ,god's eternal word ,finds pride a curse1 and vanity absurd4 ,,self4 ,on your own merits to descant be shy1 ,or false1 or true1 the end is vanity4 ,,self-,,love4 ,monimia's constancy we all must feel1 ,she loves herself1 and is as true as steel4 ,,shakspeare ,,and ,,milton4 ,a lofty ,christian shrine our ,milton is1 ,but ,shakspeare is the world's metropolis4 ,,slow ,,wife ,,and ,,fast ,,husband4 ,on his wild ways as calmly smileth she1 ,as the ,may moon upon a roaring sea4 ,,sorrow4 ,sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years ,who finds the priceless pearl among his tears4 ,,tennyson ,,and ,,petrarch4 ,love's laureate crown ,italian ,petrarch won2 ,friendship's we twine for ,british ,tennyson4 ,,terror4 ,the quivering flesh ignores the will's control1 ,unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul4 ,,the ,,epigram4 ,who for an epigram would try1 nor fail1 ,puts ,attic salt upon his verse's tail4 ,,the ,,morose ,,man4 ,carries within his heart a little hell1 ,and all his phrases of the sulphur smell4 ,,the ,,proud ,,man4 ,failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast2 ,himself he cannot please1 and scorns the rest4 ,,the ,,vain ,,man4 ,craves ,to ,seem ,first in ,matters ,great ,or ,small2 ,always1 in ,short1 ,to ,be ,admired of ,all4 ,,the ,,likeness ,,between ,,them4 ,in this at least the proud and vain agree2 ,each in his heart cries1 ,fall and worship me6 ,,the ,,difference ,,between ,,them4 ,this1 praise devoureth howsoe'er exprest1 ,this1 starves in sullen fast denied the best4 ,,to ,a ,,tear4 ,o symbol dubious of mirth or woe6 ,is't wit1 or grief1 or onions makes you flow8 ,,truth ,,and ,,love4 ,truth without ,love its mark must often miss1 ,it gives a cuff when you expect a kiss4 ,,war4 ,thousands on distant fields endure and die2 ,thousands at home can give no reason why4 ,,weak ,,and ,,strong4 ,some by the strength of others keep alive2 ,but full as many on their weakness thrive4 ,,wisdom4 ,queen of all knowledge1 thou1 in every age6 ,science thy counsellor1 and ,art thy page4 ,,wit ,,and ,,humour4 ,wit from the mind1 and ,humour from the mode1 ,and each helps ,mirth to cheer life's weary road4 ,,wit1 ,,humour1 ,,and ,,comedy4 ,humour is mode and form1 ,wit thought and sprite2 ,both to combine is ,comedy's delight4 ,,wit1 ,,beauty1 ,,and ,,pronunciation4 ,like ,cupid's bow her vermeil lip she bends1 ,and with a twang her flashing wit descends4 ,,woman ,,loves ,,man ,,of ,,renown4 ,dearer his name than beauty1 youth1 and pelf2 ,she'd be his ,fame1 and blow the trump herself4 ,,youth ,,and ,,age4 ,about the world ,youth loves to peer and cruise1 ,about the world ,age loves to hear and muse4 ,printed by ,r4 ,r4 ,,clark1 ,edinburgh4 ,,transcriber',s ,,notes3 ,text in italics is surrounded with underscores3 italics4 ,superscripted text is preceded by a carat character with superscripted text in curly braces3 ble4 ,punctuation has been corrected without note4 ,obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows3 ,page #ag3 turn's changed to turns