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I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art. I warm'd both hands against the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

_Dying Speech of an old Philosopher._

FOOTNOTES:

[511-1] Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.

R. W. EMERSON: _May-Day and Other Pieces. Solution._

[512-1] See Wordsworth, page 480.

Poor shell! that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a hospital.--LANDOR: _Letter to John Forster._

[512-2] These lines were specially singled out for admiration by Shelley, Humphrey Davy, Scott, and many remarkable men.--FORSTER: _Life of Landor, vol. i. p. 95._

THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.[512-3]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i . Line 7._

But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i . Line 359._

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell![513-1]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i . Line 381._

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

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And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i . Line 472._

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?

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Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?--a world without a sun.

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The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.

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While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

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There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii . Line 95._

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

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That gems the starry girdle of the year.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii . Line 194._

Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii . Line 263._

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii . Line 325._

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.[513-2]

_Pleasures of Hope.