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When men have once resolved upon a difficult and dangerous enterprize, no time seems so tedious as the space between the de-termination and the execution.
Hooker.
There are, but only those who love can tell,
Moments ere on the lap of bliss we sink,
Moments when o'er that bliss awhile we dwell,
And tho' by longing fir'd, forbear, and think:—
There are, when as it were upon the brink
Of rapture, feelings that themselves restrain,
That struggle—rally—and that rallying shrink,
Lest giddy reason may no more retain,
By extasy o'erwhelm'd her empire o'er the brain.
WlLLYAMS.
Moments ere on the lap of bliss we sink,
Moments when o'er that bliss awhile we dwell,
And tho' by longing fir'd, forbear, and think:—
There are, when as it were upon the brink
Of rapture, feelings that themselves restrain,
That struggle—rally—and that rallying shrink,
Lest giddy reason may no more retain,
By extasy o'erwhelm'd her empire o'er the brain.
WlLLYAMS.
Few self-supported flowers endure the wind
Uninjured, but expect the upholding aid
Of the smooth shaven prop, and neatly tied,
Are wedded thus, like beauty to old age,
For interest' sake, the living to the dead.
Cowper.
Uninjured, but expect the upholding aid
Of the smooth shaven prop, and neatly tied,
Are wedded thus, like beauty to old age,
For interest' sake, the living to the dead.
Cowper.
They never love so well who have never been estranged. Who is there that in absence clings not with increasing fondness to the object of its idolatry, watches not every post, and trembling with alarm, anxiety and suspense, reads not again and again every line that the hand of love has traced ? Is there a fault that is not pardoned in absence ?
