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I die,--but first I have possess'd, And come what may, I have been bless'd.

Herself the solitary scion left Of a time-honour'd race.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer?

Father! no prophet's laws I seek,-- Thy laws in Nature's works appear;-- I own myself corrupt and weak, Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."

Put himself upon his good behavior.

By all that's good and glorious.

'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.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted--they have torn me--and I bleed! I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages: For no one cares for matrimonial cooings. There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

There is a temple in ruins stands, Fashion'd by long forgotten hands: Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown!