XLVIII. OLD AGE. OR can the fnows, which now cold age hath fhed Upon thy reverend head, Quench or allay the noble fires within. For all that thou hast been, and all that youth can be, Thou'rt yet-fo fully ftill doft thou Poffefs the manhood and the bloom of wit. To things immortal time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young. COWLEY. XLIX. THE CHURCH. HE has a charm, a word of fire, By every fign her Lord foretold, A L. THE ABBEY JUMIEGES. GLORIOUS remnant of the Gothic pile (Which once was Rome's) ftood half apart In a grand arch,-which once fcreened many an aisle; The laft had disappeared,-a lofs to art,- And kindled feelings in the rougheft heart Which mourned the power of time and temper's march, In gazing on that venerable arch. BYRON.* LI. LEBANON. ID the deep filence of the pathlefs wild, Where kindlier Nature once profufely smiled, Th' eternal cedars ftand; unknown their age, Untold their annals in hiftoric page! All that around them stood, now far Single in ruin, mighty in decay! away, *Copied by the Editor from the ruins A.D. 1839, where "the lame Lord," as the Sacriftain faid, had carved them twenty years previous, and whofe vifit he well remembered. Between the mountains and the neighbouring main G. HOWARD. LII. LIBERTY. OMPULSION, from its deftined course, LIII. CORRECTION. ORD, as a tender mother day by day So wean us, Lord, fo make us wholly Left in our feeblenefs we start away From Thy loved chaftening; for we could not bear BISHOP WILBERFORCE. LIV. CONTROVERSY. E calm in arguing, for fierceness makes More than his fickness or his poverty? Calmness is great advantage: he that lets Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets; As cunning fencers fuffer heat to tire. Truth dwells not in the clouds; the bow that's there Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere. GEORGE HERBERT. LV. THE SOUL. NOW'ST thou the value of a foul im mortal? Behold the midnight glory, worlds on worlds! Amazing pomp! Redouble this amaze; Ten thousand add; and twice ten thousand more; Then weigh the whole, one foul outweighs them all. YOUNG. LVI. MUSIC. IKE Mufic on the waters, The waves lie ftill and gleaming, |