Poem by. Tuirty-cifiht Authors. A
Literary Curiosity. A correspondent
sends an exchange .ft ? following—
which, we may say, are not altogether
unknown:— The lines I copy from my
sorap-iiook; have had them for tliiity
years; arc from English and ' American
poets. The whole, despite occasional
faulty rhyme, rends almost as if it were
written at oue time and by one author. .
OX LIFE. Why all this toil for triuniphs
of an hour,. ' v ? ' - ' Young. ' ?
Life's a 6hort summer— man' is but a
flower. ^ Dr. Johnson. U By turns we
catch the fatal breath and die. r Pope.
' ?' The cradle and the tomb, alasi so
nigh. Prior. . To be is hotter far than,
not to be. ? Sewell. Though all man's.
.life, may seem a . tragedy. Spencer.
?But light care speak when mighty'
griefs are dumb. _ Daniel. ? The bottom
is but shallow whence they come. Sir
Walter Raleigh. Your fate is hut; the .
common fate of all. Longfellow.
Unmingled joys here no. man befall. '/
Southwell. Nature to each allots hec
oroper sphere ? Cengreve. ?. ?— |
Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.
Churchill _ -Custom often does reason
overrule. ?Rochester. And throw a cruel
sunshine on a fool. ' Armstrong. Live
well— how long or short, permit to'
heaven. '*? ililton. ?. . : ?; ? They
who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
.. ? Bailey. . Bin may be clasped
so'ctose we cannot see its faco, :
French. ? ?? Vile intercourse where
virtue has no place. ? Somerville. Then
keep each passion down, however dear.
Thomson. ?Show pendulum betwixt a smile
and tear. ; ',??;?' Byron. Her sensual
snares let laitniess pleasures jay.
Smollet. With craft and skill to ruin
and betray. . . . . Crtibhe. Soar not
too high to Tall, but stoop to rise. - .
. JIassinger. We masters grow of all
that we despise. Crowley. Oh, then,
renounce- that impious self-e9teem, :
Beattie. ? Riches have wings and
grandeur is a dream . Cowpcr. ; Think
not ambition wise because 'tis brave. '
-Sir Walter Davenanl The -paths of glory
lead but to the grave. Gray. ? , . -What
Is-ambition? 'Tis a - glorious cheat. :
Willis. Only destructive to the 'brave
and great. -Addison. What's all the
gaudy glitter of a crown.. ? -??-?.' ? .
Dryden. rtv' ' -The w-y to bliss lies
not on beds of down._ Francis Quarfes.
How long we live, not years but .actions
tell. Watkins. ?tfhat man lives twice
who lives the first life well. Herrick.
: ?Make, then, while yet ye may.^your
God your friend. . William Mason. Whom
Christians worship yet not comprehend.
Hill. The trust that's given guard, and
tr yourself be just. Dana. For live we
how i, - may, yet die we must.
OaksBezre.