YE shadowy forms, again ye're drawing near,
Nought but my rapture is her guide,
Measured the circle of the will and deed,Each country's changing thoughts and morals too,
Then she left the apartment, and after her son hasten'd quickly,Hoping somewhere to find him, and with her words of affectionGladden his heart, for he, the excellent son, well deserved it.Smilingly, when she had closed the door, continued the father"What a wonderful race of people are women and children.All of them fain would do whatever pleases their fancy,And we're only alow'd to praise them and flatter them freely.Once for all there's truth in the ancient proverb which tells us:He who moves not forward, goes backward! a capital saying!"
Is a good, contented mind.
To the hand but wont to stealO'er the lyre in gentle mood.From the sparkling waterfalls,From the brook that purling calls,Shall Silenus' loathsome beastBe allow'd at will to feast?Aganippe's * wave he sipsWith profane and spreading lips,--With ungainly feet stamps madly,Till the waters flow on sadly.
An anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great?Where are the hours that fled so swiftly by?
Where charity may flow?Cast in the flood thy cake,--
"Kindly youth, I never can be thine!
What we feel and what we view
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