LITERARY CURIOSITY.
o The following is from the Newcastle Weekly Chronicle 1 What strange infatuation rules mankind, 2 What different spheres to human bliss assigned ; 3 To loftier things your finer pulses burn, 4 If man would but his finer nature learn; 5 What several ways men to their calling have, C And grasp at life though sinking to the grave. 7 Ask what is human life ! the sage replies, S Wealth, pomp and honor are but empty toys ; 9 We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain, 10 Weak, timid landsmen on life's stormy main; 11 We only toil who are the first of things, 12 From labor health, from health contentment springs. 13 Fame runs before us as the morning star, 14 How little do we know that which we are ; 15 Let none then here his certain knowledge boast, 16 Of fleeting joys too certain to he lost; 17 For over all there hangs a cloud of tear, 18 All is but change and separation here. 19 To smooth life’s passage o’er its stormy way, 23 Sum up at night what thou hast done by day ; 21 Be rich in patience if thou in gudes be poor ; 22 So many men do stoop to sight unsure ; 23 Choose not the man to virtue most inclined, 24 Throw envy, folly, prejudice behind. 25 Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, 26 Wealth heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys ; 27 Remembrance worketh with her busy train, 28 Care draws on care, woe comforts us again ; 29 On high estate huge heaps of care attend, 30 No joy so great but runneth to the end ; 31 No hand applaud what honor shuns to Lear, 32 Who casta off shame should likewise cast off fear. 33 Grief haunts us down the precipice of years, 34 Virtue alone no dissolution fears ; ■35 Time loosely spent will not again be won, 36 What shall I do to be for ever known? 37 But now the wane of life comes darkly on, 38 After a thousand mazes overgone ; 39 In this brief state of trouble and unrest, 40 Man never is, but always to be blest; 41 Time is the present hour, the past is fled, 42 0 thou Futurity, our hope and dread ; 43 How fading are the joys we dote upon, 44 Lo ! while I speak, the present moment’s gone. 45 0 Thou Eternal Arbiter of things, 46 How awful is the hour when conscious stings ; 47 Conscience, stern arbiter in every breast, 48 The fluttering wish on wing that will not rest. 49 This above all—To thine own self be true, 50 Learn to live well, that thou may’st die so too. 51 To those that list the world’s gay scenes 1 leave, 52 Some ills we wish for when we wish to live. 1 Chatterton 27 Goldsmith 2 Rogers 28 Drayton 3 Charles Sprague 29 Webster 4 R. H.Dona 30 Southwell 5 Don. .1 olmson 31 Thomson 6 Falconer 32 Sheridan Knowles 7 Cowper 33 Walter S Londor 8 Ferguson 34 Edward Moore 9 Quarles 35 Robert Greene 10 Burns SO Cawley 11 Tennyson 37 .loanna Baillie 12 Beattie 38 Keats 13 Dryden 39 Barnaby Barton 14 Byron 40 Pope 15 Fomfret 41 Marsden 16 Waller 42 Elliott 17 Hood 43 Blair 18 Steele 44 Oldham 19 Timothy Dwight 45 Akenside 20 Herbert 46 J. G. Pereival 21 Dunbar 47 J. A. Hillhouse 22 Geff Whitney 48 Mallett 23 Bowe 49 Shakespeare 24 Langhorne 50 Sir J. Denham 25 Congreve 51 Spencer 26 Dr Johnson 52 Young
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Dunstan Times, Issue 781, 6 April 1877, Page 4
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