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Oh happy they who die with some vast work
1. RAILING AGAINST THE GODS.
The gods are gracious, praising God; and one,
Touch, nor consume thine eyelids as the sun,
None hath beheld him, none.
Insatiable, not known of night or day,
Who gives a star and takes a sun away ;
To the earthly body and grievous growth of clay
And binds the great sea with a little sand;
Who makes the heaven as ashes in his hand ;
Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand,
2. THE CALEDONIAN BOAR.
But he so galled
Crushing charred limbs and molten arms of men ;
3. MELEAGER'S DYING SPEECH.
CCCXCV. G. W. WEEKS.
1. ENGLAND'S EMPIRE.
This gay young earth, Wooed of the sun, would break its heart with joy, But that its joy doth vent itself in flowers.
CCCXCVI. F. S. ECKHARD.
TIE RUINED CITY.
The dazzling splendour which they cast; Yet many a remnant still is left
To shadow forth the past.
The lyric torrent, strong and free,
Like moonlight on the sea.
And blasted empires in their pride ;
Till men by nations died.
SWAY: Since thou, untenanted and lone,
Wert rendered to decay.
ages clad thy fallen mould. And gladdened in the spring's soft breath;
But they grew wan and old. Now, desolation hath denied
That even these shall veil thy gloom :
In token of thy doom.
With the bright vesture of thy prime,
Who hailed thy sunny clime. Alas, for the fond hope and dream,
And all that won thy children's trust,
Pale city of the dust:
When twilight broods upon thy waste; The clouds of woe from o'er thee roll,
Thy glory seems replaced.
The stir of life is brightening round,
Thy structures swell upon the eye,
In triumph to the sky.
By those who view thy lonely gloom :
O’er slave and lordly tomb.
The warrior's strength, and beauty's glow,
DEATH OF QUEEN MARY.
Beside the block a sullen headsman stood, And gleam'd the broad axe in his hand, that soon must
drip with blood. With slow and steady step there came a lady through
the hall, And breathless silence chain'd the lips, and touch'd the
hearts of all : Rich were the sable robes she wore-her white veil
round her fellAnd from her neck there hung the cross—the cross she
loved so well! I knew that queenly form again, though blighted was its
bloom I saw that grief had decked it out-an offering for the
tomb ! I knew the eye, though faint its light, that once so
brightly shoneI knew the voice, though feeble now, that thrilled with
I knew the ringlets, almost grey, once threads of living
goldI knew that bounding grace of step—that symmetry of
mould ! E’en now I see her far away, in that calm convent aisle, I hear her chaunt her vesper-hymn, I mark her holy
E'en now I see her bursting forth, upon her bridal
morn, A new star in the firmament, to light and glory born! Alas! the change! she placed her foot upon a triple
throne, And on the scaffold now she stands-beside the block,
alone! The little dog that licks her hands, the last of all the
crowd Who sunn'd themselves beneath her glance, and round
her footsteps bow'd ! Her neck is bared—the blow is struck-the soul is
pass'd away; The bright-the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of
clay! The dog is moaning piteously; and, as it gurgles o'er, Laps the warm blood that trickling runs unheeded to
the floor! The blood of beauty, wealth, and power—the heart
blood of a queenThe noblest of the Stuart race—the fairest earth hath
Lapp'd by a dog! Go, think of it, in silence and alone; Then weigh against a grain of sand, the glories of a