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Short is my date, but deathless my renown. 1. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. IX. L. 535.

Pope's trans.

The life, which others pay, let us bestow,
And give to fame what we to nature owe.
m. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. XII. L. 393.
Pope's trans.

The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame. n. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. XI. L. 394. Pope's trans.

Under the shadow of a leafy bough
That leaned toward a singing rivulet,
One pure white stone, whereon, like crown on
brow,

The image of the vanished star was set; And this was graven on the pure white stone In golden letters- WHILE SHE LIVED SHE SHONE."

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JEAN INGELOW-The Star's Monument. St. 47.

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All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through our passions shown;

Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

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t. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. 1. L. 31. When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away. POPE-Eloisa to Abelard. L. 225. Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind.

บ. SCOTT-Rokeby. Canto I. St. 31. But were it to my fancy given

To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven;
For though a mortal made of clay,
Angels must love Ann Hathaway;
She hath a way so to control,
To rapture the imprisoned soul,
And sweetest heaven on earth display,
That to be heaven Ann hath a way;
She hath a way,
Ann Hathaway,-
To be heaven's self Ann hath a way.
Attributed to SHAKESPEARE.

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