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And walling this trite Present with dark clouds, 'Till Night becomes our Nature; and the ray Ev'n of the stars, but meteors that withdraw The wandering spirit from the sluggish rest Which makes its proper bliss. I will accost This denizen of toil." From Eugene Aram, a MS. Tragedy. "A wicked hag, and envy's self excelling In mischiefe, for herself she only vext,
An expert driver will hold the reins over six fiery steeds, or even eight, but he descends from his coach to find that his own passions are steeds of the sun that run away with him, bringing wreckage and ruin. Man has skill for turning poisons into medicines. He changes deadly acids into balms, but he has no skill for taking envy's poisons out of the tongue, or sheathing the keen sword of hatred.
"Naught is there under heaven's wide hollowness That moves more clear compassion of mind Than beauty brought to unworthy wretchedness By envy's frowns or fortune's freaks unkind. I, whether lately through her brightness blind, Or through allegiance and fast fealty, Which I do owe unto all womankind, Feel my heart pierced with so great agony, When such I see, that all for pity I could die."
Envy's censure, Flattery's praise, With unmoved indifference view; Learn to tread life's dangerous maze, With unerring Virtue's clue. Void of strong desire and fear, Life's void ocean trust no more; Strive thy little bark to steer With the tide, but near the shore. Thus prepared, thy shortened sail Shall, whene'er the winds increase, Seizing each propitious gale, Waft thee to the Port of Peace.
Had she been less beautiful, if Envy's self could have found aught else to sneer at, he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again and glimmering to and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart; but, seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable with every moment of their united lives.
Had she been less beautiful, if Envy's self could have found aught else to sneer at, he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again and glimmering to and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart; but seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable with every moment of their united lives.
I for 'twas I who tell the tale Conscious of fortune's trembling scale, Awaited the decree; But Tom had judged: "He loves our race," And, as to his ancestral place, He leapt upon my knee. Thenceforth, in common-room and hall, A verus socius known to all, I came and went and sat, Far from cross fate's or envy's reach; For none a title could impeach Accepted by the cat. It was at this time that Mr.
Had she been less beautiful, if Envy's self could have found aught else to sneer at, he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again and glimmering to and fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart; but, seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable with every moment of their united lives.
Even when his hasty temper spoke In tones that sorrow stirred, My grief was lulled as soon as woke By some relenting word. And when he lent some precious book, Or gave some fragrant flower, I did not quail to Envy's look, Upheld by Pleasure's power. At last our school ranks took their ground, The hard-fought field I won; The prize, a laurel-wreath, was bound My throbbing forehead on.
"Poor simple man of God!" he said. "I would not exchange my simplicity for yours the dupe of envy's first malicious whisper!" "Envy you think that?" "Is it questionable?" "You would stake your life on it?" "My life!" "Your faith?" "My faith!" "Your vows as a priest?" "My vows " I stopped and stared at him. He had risen and laid his hand on my shoulder.
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