Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both.
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Full many a shining wit one sees,
The what can charm, the what can please,In every nice detail rehearsing.Their raptures so transport the college,It seems one honeymoon of knowledge.Yet out they go in silence whereThey whilom held their learned prate;Ah! he who would achieve the fair,Or sow the embryo of the great,Must hoard–to wait the ripening hour–In the least point the loftiest…
Majesty of the nature of man! In crowds shall I seek thee?
Only a few ever count; the rest are but blanks of no value,And the prizes are hid ‘neath the vain stir that they make.
Hark! like the sea in wrath the heavens assailing,
Comes from below, in groaning agony,A heavy, vacant torment-breathing sigh!Their faces marks of bitter torture wear,While from their lips burst curses of despair;Their eyes are hollow, and full of woe,And their looks with heartfelt anguishSeek Cocytus’ stream that runs wailing below,For the bridge o’er its waters they languish.And they say to each other in accents…
Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,
And dost thou doubt the eternal spring sublime,For deeds–the seeds which wisdom sows in time.
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard?
Feeding on the grassy sward,Sporting round the silvery brook!‘Mother, mother, let me goOn yon heights to chase the roe!’Wilt thou not the flock compelWith the horn’s inspiring notes?Sweet the echo of yon bell,As across the wood it floats!‘Mother, mother, let me goOn yon heights to hunt the roe!’Wilt thou not the flow’rets bind,Smiling gently in…