A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

_The Visit of the G.o.ds_.

Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone.

_The Knight's Tomb_.

The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.

_On Taking Leave of_--. 1817.

To know, to esteem, to love--and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!

_Cologne_.

The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

_Wallenstein_.

Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.

_The Death of Wallenstein_.

Act. v. Sc. 1.

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events.

And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

1774-1843.

_Curse of Kehama_. Canto x.

They sin who tell us love can die.

With life all other pa.s.sions fly, All others are but vanity.

CHARLES LAMB.

1775-1834.

_Old Familiar Faces_.

I have had playmates, 1 have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

_Detached Thoughts on Books_.

Books which are no books.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

1777-1844.

_Pleasures of Hope_.

Part i. Line 7.