This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...is gone, ere youth itself be past! Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess; The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...is gone, ere youth itself be past! Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness, Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess; The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountains of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; "THERE'S NOT A JOY THE WORLD CAN GIVE. TRANSLATED INTO LATIN ALCAICS. Aufert iniquuui gaudia tempus, et Non dat vicissim. Torpida ut irruunt Primo juventutis calori Frigora, non rosei genarum Cedunt rubores, sed prius irrita Promissa cordis florea decidunt, Matura quam marcescit aetas. Naufraga sic duce mens remoto In caeca culpae labitur, aut mare Delata in altum jam minor asperis Libidinum luctatur undis: Scilicet ipsa et acus procellae Infida cessit, ceu laceris solum Fortasse velis longius indicat. Tunc languor irrepit per ima, Mortis uti nebulae tenaces, Praecordia; exinde alterius vicem Plorare acerbam non datur aut suos Versare moerores; nec ortu Jam saliunt lacrymae e gelato; Claro relucet nil oculo nisi Concreta roris stilla. Jocus licet Salsique verborum lepores Contineant mediae inquietos 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruined turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. 0! could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanished scene;--As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all...
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