"LET ME, GRACIOUS HEAVEN, PRESERVE MY BOYISH HEART TILL LIFE'S LAST DAY;"-(SOUTHEY)

66 THE VIRTUOUS HEART AND RESOLUTE MIND ARE free."-SOUTHEY.

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And when the porter turned the key,
He almost expected Death to see.

But soon the Bishop recovered his glee,
For the Emperor welcomed him royally;
And now the tables were spread, and there
Were choicest wines and dainty fare.

And now the Bishop had blest the meat,

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When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat,-
"With the Emperor now you are dining with glee,
But know, Bishop Bruno, you sup with me!"

The Bishop then grew pale with affright,
And suddenly lost his appetite;

All the wine and dainty cheer

Could not comfort his heart, that was sick with fear.

But by little and little recovered be,
For the wine went flowing merrily;
Till at length he forgot his former dread,
And his cheeks again grew rosy red.

When he sat down to the royal fare,
Bishop Bruno was the saddest man there;
But when the masquers entered the hall,
He was the merriest man of all.

Then from amid the masquers' crowd
There went a voice hollow and loud,—
"You have passed the day, Bishop Bruno, in glee;
But you must pass the night with me!"

His cheek grows pale, and his eyeballs glare,
And stiff round his tonsure bristled his hair ;

"GOOD THE BEGINNING, GOOD THE END SHALL BE."-SOUTHEY.

"FOR SO THAT LIGHT, BY NATURE GIVEN, SHALL STILL DIRECT AND CHEER ME ON THE WAY."-SOUTHEY.

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"FOR MAN THE WINDS OF HEAVEN SUBSERVIENT BLOW;

A MOONLIGHT NIGHT.

With that there came one from the masquers' band,
And took the Bishop by the hand.

The bony hand suspended his breath,

His marrow grew cold at the touch of Death;
On saints in vain he attempted to call-
Bishop Bruno fell dead in the Palace-hall.
[ROBERT SOUTHEY.]

"THROUGH EVIL AND THROUGH GOOD, CONTENT, THE RIGHTEOUS MAN PERFORMS HIS PART ASSIGNED."-SOUTHEY.

A MOONLIGHT NIGHT.

OW beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven.

EARTH TEEMS FOR HIM, FOR HIM THE WATERS FLOW."-SOUTHEY.

"NOT COVETOUS OF FAME, NOR TREADING IN THE AMBITIOUS STEPS OF POWER."-DR. ROBERT SOUTHEY.

66 STILL DOTH IGNORANCE MAINTAIN LARGE EMpire here,

HENRY V. AND THE HERMIT OF DREUX.

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In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine

Rolls through the dark blue depths:
Beneath her steady ray

The desert circle spreads,

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky:

How beautiful is night!

[ROBERT SOUTHEY. From the epic poem of "Thalaba."]

"GENTLE AT HOME AMID MY FRIENDS I'D BE, LIKE THE HIGH LEAVES UPON THE HOLLY TREE."-SOUTHEY.

HENRY V. AND THE HERMIT OF DREUX.*

E passed unquestioned through the camp;

Their heads the soldiers bent
In silent reverence, or begged
A blessing as he went :
And so the Hermit passed along

And reached the royal tent.

King Henry sate in his tent alone,
The map before him lay;

Fresh conquests he was planning there

To grace the future day.

King Henry lifted up his eyes

The intruder to behold:

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* "While Henry V. lay at the siege of Dreux, an honest hermit, unknown to him, came and told him the great evils he brought on Christendom by his unjust ambition, who usurped the kingdom of France, against manner of right, and contrary to the will of God: wherefore, in His holy name, he threatened him with a severe and sudden punishment if he desisted not from his enterprise. Henry took this exhortation either as an idle whimsey, or a suggestion of the dauphin's, and was but the more confirmed in his design. But the blow soon followed the threatening; for, within some few months after, he was smitten with a strange and incurable disease."Mezeray.

DARK AND UNBLEST AMIDST SURROUNDING LIGHT."-SOUTHEY.

"LOVE'S HOLY FLAME FOR EVER BURNETH, FROM HEAVEN IT CAME, TO HEAVEN RETURNETH."-SOUTHEY.

"HOW BEAUTIFUL ARE THE FEET OF HIM THAT BRINGETH GOOD TIDINGS!"-ROBERT SOUTHEY.

"POUR BALM INTO OLD WOUNDS, AND BIND THEM UP;

IMPROVE THE WILLING MIND, AND WIN THE HEART."-SOUTHEY.

"HAPPY HE WHO TO HIS REST IS BORNE IN SURE AND CERTAIN HOPE."-ROBERT SOUTHEY.

"NOT IDLY DID THE ANCIENT POETS DREAM, WHO PEOPLED EARTH WITH DEITIES."-SOUTHEY.

66 HOPELESS SORROW HAILS THE LAPSE OF TIME."-SOUTHEY.

"IT BOOTS NOT ON THE PAST TO DWELL."-SOUTHEY.

"LOVE HERE IS TRIED AND PURIFIED, AND HATH IN HEAVEN ITS PERFECT REST."-SOUTHEY.

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