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drift that is piled over and around its outlet. It turns the obstacle into its own form and character, and as it makes its way, increases its stream. And should it be arrested in its course by a chilling season, it suffers delay, not loss, and waits only for a change in the wind to awaken again and roll onwards."
12. “When the young eagle, with exulting eye,
Has learned to dare the splendor of the sky,
“No! still through clouds he wins his upward way, And proudly claims his heritage of day!
-And shall the spirit, on whose ardent gaze
• Is earth still Eden !--might a seraph guest,
1. “My well beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill. He fenced it, gathered out the stones thereof, planted it with the choicest vines, built a town in the midst of it, and also made a wine-press therein: he looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it brought forth wild grapes. What could have been done more to my vineyard that I have not done? Wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes ? And now to go; I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard; I will cut up the hedge thereof, and it shall be eaten up; and break down the wall thereof, and it shall be trodden down. And I will lay it waste; it shall not be pruned, nor digged, but there shall come up briers and thorns; I will also command the clouds that they rain no rain upon it. For the vineyard of the Lord of Hosts is the house of Israel, and the men of Judah his pleasant plants."
2. “Did I but purpose to embark with thee
On the smooth surface of a summer's sea,
• In vain,
COMPARISON OR SIMILE.
1. “ Pleasant are the words of the song, and lovely are the tales of other times. They are like the dew of the morning on the hill of roses, when the sun is faint on its side, and the lake is settled and blue in the vale."
2. “She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
3. “And hence one master passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.” 4. “The most accomplished way of using books at present, is to serve them as some do lords-learn their titles, and then brag of their acquaintance.”
5. “They heard and were abashed, and up they sprung
Upon the wing; as when men wont to watch
6. “ Life is always like a stream. Whatever character it may assume. Grief murmurs, anger roars, impatience frets ; but happiness, like a calm river, flows on in quiet sunlight, without an eddy or a fall to mark the rushing of time towards eternity."
7. “But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seiz the flower, its bloom is sped ;
Or like the rainbow's lovely form,
Evanishing amid the storm."
Awes not so deeply in its morning hour,
With every claim of close affinity." 9. " It was a glorious day in autumn. The sky of unsullied blue glowed like a sapphire. The universal air was filled with stillness. Not a breeze whispered-not a bird flapped its wing. It was the triumph of repose—when the undying energies of man slumbered for a moment—when even the conflict of his passions was suspended. Beautiful, melancholy autumn! whose ruddy ripeness whispers of decay ; whose richest tints mingle with the “sere and yellow leaf,” as if the lusty year had toiled through youth and manhood for wealth which overflows, just when waning life indicates that the power of enjoyment is passing away."
10. “The study of the history of most other nations, fills the mind with sentiments not unlike those which the American traveler feels on entering the venerable and lofty cathedral of some proud old city of Europe. Its solemn grandeur, its vastness, its obscurity, strikes awe to his heart. From the richly painted windows, filled with sacred emblems and strange antique forms, a dim religious light falls around. A thousand recollections of romance and poetry, and legendary story, come thronging in upon him. He is surrounded by the tombs of the mighty dead, rich with the labors of ancient art and emblazoned with the pomp of heraldry.
“What names does he read upon them? Those of princes and nobles who are now remembered only for their vices; and of sovereigns, at whose death no tears were shed, and whose memories live not an hour in the affections of their people.”
11. “ Her early youth passed away in sorrow : she grew up in tears, a stranger to the amusements of youth and its more delightful schemes and imaginations. She was not however unhappy; she attributed, indeed, no merit to herself for her virtues, but for that reason were they more her reward. The peace which passeth all understanding, disclosed itself in all her looks and movements. It lay on her countenance, like a steady unshadowed moonlight; and her voice, which was naturally at once sweet and subtle, came from her, like the fine flute tones of a masterly performer, which, still floating at some uncertain distance, seem to be created by the player rather than to proceed from the instrument. If
had listened to it in one of those brief sabbaths of the soul, when the activity and discursiveness of the thoughts are suspended, and the mind quietly eddies round, instead of flowing onward(as at late evening in the spring I have seen a bat wheel in silent circles round and round a fruit-tree in full blossom, in the midst of which, as within a close tent of the purest white, an unseen nightingale was piping its sweetest notes)-in such a mood you might have half-fancied, half-felt, that her voice had a separate being of its own—that it was a living something, whose mode of existence was for the ear only ; so deep was her resignation, so entirely had it become the unconscious habit of her nature, and in all she did or said, so perfectly were both her movements and her utterance without effort and without the appearance of effort.”
EXAGGERATION OR HYPERBOLE.
1. “A lover may bestride the Gossamer,
That idles in the wanton summer air,