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8. Robert Schumann, 1810.

He holds on firmly to some thread of life
(It is the life to lead perforcedly)

Which runs across some vast distracting orb
Of glory on either side that meagre thread,
Which, conscious of, he must not enter yet -
The spiritual life around the earthly life;
The law of that is known to him as this,

His heart and brain move there, his feet stay here.

9. Napoleon III. died, 1873.

AN EPISTLE.

And why should I be sad, or lorn of hope?
Why ever make man's good distinct from God's ?
Or, finding they are one, why dare distrust?

10. Laud beheaded, 1645.

PARACELSUS.

No 't is ungainly work, the ruling men, at best: The graceful instinct's right; 't is women stand confessed

Auxiliary, the gain that never goes away,

Takes nothing and gives all.

FIFINE AT THE FAIR.

11. Bayard Taylor, 1825.

Then, evil is in its nature loud, while good

Is silent

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- you hear each petty injury –

None of his daily virtues.

PIPPA PASSES.

12. John Winthrop, 1588.

Is not God now i' the world His power first made?
Is not His love at issue still with sin,

Visibly when a wrong is done on earth?
Love, wrong, and pain, what see I else around?

A DEATH IN THE DESERT.

13. S. P. Chase, 1808.

Why fell not things out so nor otherwise?
Ask that particular devil whose task it is
To trip the all-but-at-perfection,

- slur

The line o' the painter just where paint leaves off And life begins,

put ice into the ode

O' the poet while he cries "Next stanza - fire!" Inscribes all human effort with one word, Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

14. Bishop Berkeley died, 1753.

He fixed thee mid this dance

Of plastic circumstance

This Present, thou, forsooth, would'st fain arrest ; Machinery just meant

To give thy soul its bent,

Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.

RABBI BEN EZRA.

15. Molière, 1622.

Never to be again! But many more of the kind As good, nay, better perchance is this your comfort to me?

To me, who must be saved because I cling with my mind

To the same, same self, same love, same God: ay, what was, shall be.

16. Richard Savage, 1697.

ABT VOGLER.

No, be man and nothing more

Man who, as man conceiving, hopes and fears, And craves and deprecates, and loves, and loathes, And bids God help him, till death touch his eyes And show God granted most, denying all.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

17. Benjamin Franklin, 1706.

For don't you mark? We're made so that we

love

First when we see them painted, things we have passed

Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see ;

And so they are better painted — better to us, Which is the same thing Art was given for

that!

God uses us to help each other so,

Lending our minds out.

FRA LIPPO LIPPI.

18. Daniel Webster, 1782.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestalled in triumph? Pray "Lead us into no such temptations, Lord!” Yea, but, O Thou whose servants are the bold, Lead such temptations by the head and hair, Reluctant dragons, up to who dares fight, That so he may do battle and have praise!

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

19. Edgar Allan Poe, 1809.

Anyhow, 't is the nature of the soul

To seek a show of durability,

Nor, changing, plainly be the slave of change.

RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY.

20. Nathaniel Parker Willis, 1807.

Youth, with its Beauty and Grace, would seem bestowed on us for some such reason as to make us partly endurable till we have time for really becoming so of ourselves, without their aid, when they leave us.

A SOUL'S TRAGEDY.

21. John Charles Frémont, 1813.

Here, work enough to watch

The Master work, and catch

Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true

play.

RABBI BEN EZRA.

22. Bacon, 1561; Byron, 1788.

Consider well!

Were knowledge all thy faculty, then God

Must be ignored; love gains Him by first leap.
Frankly accept the creatureship: ask good
To love for press bold to the tether's end
Allotted to this life's intelligence.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

23. William Page, 1811.

Fire is in the flint: true, once a spark escapes,
Fire forgets the kinship, soars till fancy shapes
Some befitting cradle where the babe had birth –
Wholly heaven 's the product, unallied to earth.
Splendors recognized as perfect in the star!
In our flint their home was, housed as now they are.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

24. Frederick the Great, 1712.

Not for such hopes and fears

Annulling youth's brief years,

Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark!

Rather I prize the doubt

Low kinds exist without,

Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.

RABBI BEN EZRA.

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