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100. I saw young Harry with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury ; And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
101. True happiness hath no localities, No tones provincial, no peculiar garb. Where duty goes, she goes; with justice goes ; And
goes with meekness, charity, and love. Where'er a tear is dried; a wounded heart Bound up; a bruised spirit with the dew Of sympathy anointed; or a pang Of honest suffering soothed; or injury Repeated oft, as oft by love forgiven ; Where'er an evil passion is subdued, Or virtue's feeble embers found; where'er A sin is heartily abjured and leftThere is a high and holy place, a spot Of sacred light, a most religious fane, Where happiness, descending, sits and smiles.
102. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watch'd the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow! Even in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul ! To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of heaven, Where, to the eye of faith, it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
103. Who first beholds the Alps that mighty chain Of mountains stretching on from east to west, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, As to belong rather to heaven than earth, But instantly receives into his soul A sense, a feeling that he loses not, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and for ever?
104. Now gentle gales,
105. I care not, Fortune! what you me deny:
106. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
107. The sounds and seas, each creek and bay, With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals Of fish that, with their fins and shining scales, Glide under the green wave; and sculls that oft Bank the mid sea : part single or with mate Graze the sea-weed, their pasture, and through groves Of coral stray, or sporting with quick glance Show to the sun their waved coats dropp'd with gold ; Or, in their pearly shells at ease, attend Moist nourishment, or under rocks their food In jointed armour watch; part huge of bulk Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait, Tempest the ocean.
108. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
109. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule,
110. For neither man nor angel can discern
111. How poor ! how rich I how abject! how august!
112. The raven himself is hoarse,
purpose, nor keep peace between
my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bold !
113. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss : to give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands despatch ; How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down-on what? a fathomless abyss ! A dread eternity! how surely mine! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
114. Yet do I fear thy nature;
115. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
116. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?