Restlessness. Qual d' acqua chiara il tremolente lune ARIOSTO. Orl. F. viii. 71. "Atque animum nunc huc celerem nunc dividit illuc, I am as restless as a roving bee, VIRGIL En. viii. 20. That droppeth plumb-down, with an angry bellow, Nor wax, his thighs to burthen heavily, Nor store of mellow honey to set free, Finding, he swings him to its neighbouring fellow. Or a wind-shaken leaflet on a tree; Restless, as are the rainbow-coloured rays, *Ariosto copies from Virgil, who took the simile from Apollonius Rhodius. See Dante, c. 15. Bohn Ed. 234. et ibi notas. See also Tasso Gerus. lib. c. 4. st. 33. Boyhood. "Bid the morn of youth Rise to new light; and beam afresh the days To cares estranged, and manhood's thorny ways. "Tornami al tempo allor che lieta e sicolta "On my way Visions of childhood often have beguiled MICHAEL ANGELO. Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs: Ah! could I be once more a careless child." COLERIDGE. Oh! for my Boyhood back again, that I In morning's rosy hues and golden light, Where-through, sheer down, with one bold plunge I fain Would dive; down, down, through the translucent waves, To catch the fair nymphs in their agate caves :— Oh! for my dreamy Boyhood back again ! The Better Part. "The mere lapse of years is not life. To eat, drink, and sleep,-to be exposed o darkness and light-to pass round in the mill of habit, and turn thoughtinto an implement of trade-this is not life. In all this but a poor fraction of the consciousness of humanity is awakened, and the sanctities still slumber which make it worth while to be. Knowledge, Truth, Love, Beauty, Goodness, Faith alone can give vitality to the mechanism of existence. The laugh of mirth that vibrates through the heart-the tears that freshen the dry wastes within-the music that brings childhood back-the prayer that calls the future near-the doubt which makes us meditate-the death that startles us with mystery-the hardship which forces us to strength-the anxiety that ends in trust-are the true nourishment of our natural being."-JAMES MARTINEAU. "On s' eveille, on se leve, on 1 s' habille, et l' on sort, On rentre, on dine, on soupe, on se couche, et l' 'on dort." ; PIIS. To drink, eat, sleep, ; to sleep, to eat, to drink Hidden Sorrow. Se a ciascun l' interno affanno Si vedria che i lor nemici Hanno in seno; e si riduce Il difetto, che il tronco nasconde, Che la pace mal finge nel volto Chi si sente la guerra nel cor.-METASTASIO. E pargli l'un mill 'armi, e indorno vive, E sero in terra mai non si raffronta E cerca il mar e tutto le sue rivi.." PETRARCH. "Ma spesso el folle volgo, al volgo ignaro Convien ch' altri consenta E meste rida, dove si ride e gode E pianger allor che piu felice siede Io del mio duol quest' uno effetto ho caro Ch' alcun di fuor non vede Che l'alma attrista, e i suoi desir non ode." M. ANGELO. To hide a secret sorrow in the heart, That gnaws and tears with the relentless beak Of the Promethean vulture, yet to speak No grief to one dear sympathizing heart Which fain would share, if it might know, the smart : To set watch on the tearful eyes; to seek To seal each chink through which the truth might leak, Or the swift arrows of suspicion dart; To smile, as some fair flower doth radiant bloom, Than poverty, or madness' self can shoot 'Gainst man; or man know on this side the tomb. “God- us Ayde." "When the bells of Rylstone play'd May on those holy bells be seen." WORDSWORTH. Where Bolton Abbey rose above the plain, Siezed them and slew, for their rebellious crime, In blood, or on their scutcheon lived, a train Heard high above the tumult :-"God us ayde!” |