132 66 THUS KINDRED OBJECTS KINDRED THOUGHTS INSPIRE; A WISH. A WISH. INE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; And share my meal, a welcome guest. Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; In russet gown and apron blue. "LULLED IN THE COUNTLESS CHAMBERS OF THE BRAIN, OUR THOUGHTS ARE LINKED BY MANY A HIDDEN CHAIN; AWAKE BUT ONE, AND LO! WHAT MYRIADS RISE! EACH STAMPS ITS IMAGE AS THE OTHER FLIES."-ROGERS. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, And point with taper spire to heaven. [SAMUEL ROGERS, author of "The Vision of Columbus," "Italy," "Human Life," "The Pleasures of Memory;" born 1763, died 1855.] "AND SUCH IS HUMAN LIFE; SO, GLIDING ON, IT GLIMMERS LIKE A METEOR, AND IS GONE!"-rogers. AH, WHY SHOULD VIRTUE fear the FROWNS OF FATE?"-KOGers. F thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena, where still religiously Stop at a Palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, 'Tis of a lady in her earliest youth, She sits, inclining forward as to speak, As though she said "Beware!" her vest of gold * Reputed to have been the bucket which once caused a war between "LIGHTER THAN AIR, HOPE'S SUMMER-VISIONS DIE."-ROGERS. "NO EYE OBSERVES OUR GROWTH OR OUR DECAY TO-DAY WE LOOK AS WE DID YESTERDAY."-ROGERS. "YET HERE HIGH PASSIONS, HIGH DESIRES UNFOLD, PROMPTING TO NOBLEST DEEDS."-ROGERS. 134 "6 BEWARE THE POISON IN THE CUP OF GOLD."-ROGERS. GINEVRA. Alone it hangs, Over a mouldering heirloom, its companion, With Scripture stories from the life of Christ. She was an only child; from infancy ; The joy, the pride of an indulgent sire She was all gentleness, all gaiety, ; Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. THE GENEROUS MAN HAS HIS COMPANION STILL."-ROGERS. "DO WHAT MAN WILL, HE CANNOT REALIZE HALF HE CONCEIVES THE GLORIOUS VISION FLIES."-ROGERS. "THE SOUL OF MUSIC SLUMBERS IN THE SHELL, TILL WAKED AND KINDLED BY THE MASTER'S SPELL; "" THINK NOTHING DONE WHILE AUGHT REMAINS TO DO."-ROGERS. Francesco fled to Venice, and forthwith Orsini lived; and long might you have seen Full fifty years were past, and all forgot, When, on an idle day, a day of search That mouldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said There, then, had she found a grave! Within that chest had she concealed herself, [SAMUEL ROGERS. From his poem of "Italy." This story is said to be "CARELESS OF BLAME WHILE HIS OWN HEART APPROVES."-ROGERS. AND FEELING HEARTS, TOUCH THEM BUT RIGHTLY, POUR A THOUSAND MELODIES UNHEARD BEFORE."-ROGERS. "LEAVE TO THE NIGHTINGALE HER SHADY WOOD, A PRIVACY OF GLORIOUS LIGHT IS THINE,-(WORDSWORTH) "TWAS MORN,-THE SKYLARK O'ER THE FURROW SUNG."-ROGERS. B THE SKYLARK. IRD of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Blest is thy dwelling-place Oh, to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud; Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. WHENCE THOU DOST POUR UPON THE WORLD A FLOOD OF HARMONY, WITH INSTINCT MORE DIVINE."-WORDSWORTH. |