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THE CHILD OF THE FLAXEN LOCKS.

HILD of the flaxen locks | But ever, when thou rovest from his side,
Watches to win thee back with pitying

and laughing eye, Culling with hasty glee the flowerets gay,

Or chasing with light foot

the butterfly,

I love to mark thee at
thy frolic play.

Near thee I see thy tender
father stand;

His anxious eye pursues
thy roving track,

And oft with warning voice and beckoning
hand

love.

LOV

LOVE IS MADNESS.

MRS. ABDY.

OVE is that madness which all lovers
have,

But yet 'tis sweet and pleasing so to rave;
'Tis an enchantment where the reason's
bound,

But Paradise is in th' enchanted ground;
A palace void of envy, cares and strife,
Where gentle hours delude so much of life.
To take those charms away and set me free

He checks thy speed and gently draws Is but to send me into misery,
thee back.

Why dost thou meekly yield to his decree?
Fair boy, his fond regard to thee is
known;

He does not check thy joys from tyranny;
Thou art his loved, his cherished and his

own.

When worldly lures, in manhood's coming hours,

Tempt thee to wander from discretion's

way,

Oh, grasp not eagerly the offered flowers: Pause if thy heavenly Father bid thee stay

And prudence, of whose cure so much you boast,

Restores those pains which that sweet folly lost.

JOHN DRYDEN.

LAST HOUR OF DR. FAUSTUS.
AUST. Oh, Faustus,

Now hast thou but one bare hour to

live,

And then thou must be damned perpetually. Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,

That time may cease and midnight never

come.

Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make

Pause, and in him revere a Friend and Perpetual day, or let this hour be but

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A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
O lente, lente, currite, noctis equi!

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The stars move still, time runs, the clock | Or why is this immortal that thou hast?
Oh, Pythagoras, metempsychosis! Were that

will strike,

The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.

Oh, I will leap to heaven who pulls me down?

true,

This soul should fly from me, and I be changed

Into some brutish beast.

See where Christ's blood streams in the fir- All beasts are happy; for when they die, mament; Their souls are soon dissolved in elements,

One drop of blood will save me. O my But mine must live still to be plagued in

Christ

Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him. Oh, spare me, Lucifer!

Where is it now? Tis gone!

hell.

Curst be the parents that engendered me:
No, Faustus; curse thyself, curse Lucifer,
That hath deprived thee of the joys of
heaven. [The clock strikes twelve.

And see! a threatening arm and angry brow. It strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on

. me,

air,

Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell.

And hide me from the heavy wrath of O soul, be changed into small water-drops

Heaven.

No? Then I will headlong run into the earth.

Gape, earth! Oh no, it will not harbor me.
You stars that reigned at my nativity,
Whose influence have allotted death and
hell,

Now draw up Festus like a foggy mist
Into the entrails of yon laboring cloud,
That when you vomit forth into the air
My limbs may issue from your smoky
mouths,

But let my soul mount and ascend to heaven.
The watch strikes.
Oh, half the hour is past; 'twill all be past

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And fall into the ocean; ne'er be found. [Thunder, and enter the devils. Oh mercy, Heaven! Look not so fierce on

me;

Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while;

Ugly hell, gape not; come not, Lucifer.
I'll burn my books. Oh, Mephostophilis !
Enter Scholars.

FIRST SCHOLAR. Come, gentlemen, let us

go visit Faustus,

For such a dreadful night was never seen Since first the world's creation did begin; Such fearful shrieks and cries were never heard.

Pray Heaven the doctor have escaped the danger.

SECOND SCH. Oh, help us, heavens! See, here are Faustus' limbs

All torn asunder by the hand of Death. THIRD SCH. The devil whom Festus served hath torn him thus,

For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one me

thought

I'LL LOVE NO MORE.

I heard him shriek and call aloud for I'LL love no more, said I, in sullen mood;

help,

At which same time the house seemed all on fire

With dreadful horror of these damned fiends.

SEC. SCH. Well, gentlemen, though Faustus' end be such

As every Christian heart laments to think

on,

Yet for he was a scholar once admired

For wondrous knowledge in our German schools

We'll give his mangled limbs due burial, And all the scholars, clothed in mourning black,

Shall wait upon his heavy funeral.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOW.

The world is wholly selfish, false and vain ;

The generous heart but courts ingratitude, And friendship woos but insult and dis

dain.

Far from a cold and worthless world I'll haste :

Why should my best affections unrequited waste?

I fled the busy throng and turned my feet Where towering trees in sunny dells rejoice,

But all things seemed, amid my lone retreat,

To mourn my stern resolve and chide my

choice;

All urged me, so methought, to turn again, And with a hopeful trust to love my fellow-.

men.

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There's not on earth a jewel

That's worth one grief-born tear. Long may the heart be silent If sorrow's touch alone, Upon the chords descending, Has power to wake its tone. I'd never be a poet,

My bounding heart to hush And lay down at the altar

For sorrow's foot to crush.
Ah, no! I'll gather sunshine

For coming evening's hours,
And while its springtime lingers
its flowers.
I'll garner up

I fain would learn the music
Of those who dwell in heaven,
For woe-tuned harp was never
To seraph-fingers given.
But I will strive no longer

To waste my heartfelt mirth:
I will mind me that the gifted
Are the stricken ones of earth.

EMILY C. Judson.

TWO LOVERS.

WO lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard the wooing thrushes sing.

O budding time!
O love's blest prime!

Two wedded from the portal stept:
The bells made happy carollings,
The air was soft as fanning wings,
White petals on the pathway slept.

O pure-eyed bride!
O tender pride!

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