The living thought, the life like light,
Afar in glory and in might,

In all the noble will and high
Where seeks he his Reality-

All hopes and fears and cares to him
So distant then indeed and dim-
The thought that is infinity,

That with the universe would be,

And far aspires, o'er earth and sky,
For loftier life that cannot die,

For Him whom who has ever known?-

The Spirit that is All and One.

Fast unequal footsteps fall

As he strides from wall to wall,

With the tread of Catiline,

And the folded arms like thine,
Thou who mus'dst Marengo's fame,
And empires blazing at thy flame,
And monarchs trampled to thy claim,
And all that was to be thy name,
Darkly in thy brooding youth,
And mad'st the daring visions truth.

There is a volume broadly spread
Before him, and he checks his tread.

"Thou art not pass'd away: thy might Is there, eternal Stagyrite!"

And there is fiery Homer's page-
The light that sped from age to age,
Like the courier' beacons flaming
Far from height to height, proclaiming
Along the lands the Argive joy,
Splendent with the tale of Troy.

And his father's sword is there,
By the scabbard glittering bare.
It has flash'd at far Assaye,
And on Albuhera's day,
And against the thunder-crashing
Of the iron legions dashing

At the bayonet firm and true

On the deadly Waterloo.

Long he stood, with steadfast look
On the sword and on the book.

"That time is past when first the truth
Of life came dark upon my youth,
And dash'd me to the stern despair
That turns upon itself to tear
The heart, because it hop'd too fair.
Yet then I scorn'd complaining too,
To look as though my lot I knew,

(2)

- ȧyyápov-See Blomfield's annotation, and Peile's.

To think that men should see me so,
Like others in their own vile woe.
Whate'er I bore was but my own,
And I am one that is alone.

Far more than ever me may try :
I shall not speak, but bear and die :
Nor solace need, nor hope, nor aught
But the deep pride of secret thought.
I can bear on, and never show
That I bear aught.

And now I know

That I must onward look, to see
Aught that indeed is much to me.

At last I learn a nobler thought,
More high, because more real, than aught
Like theirs that only seem to know

That life is vain, and make it so.

I have a thought, a thought like fire,

An element that will aspire,

A vivid thought of Truth; and I

In it will live or with it die.

I know, I know-have I not known ?Those thoughts that others think their own; And tir'd of this eternal thrall,

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Of patience and of hope, and all;

(3) "Fluch sen der Hoffnung! Fluch dem Glauben,

Und Fluch vor allen der Geduld!" Goethe, Faust.

And scorn'd whate'er is won or sought,
Match'd with my haughtier, loftier thought,
That seem'd some lone proud spirit hurl'd
Far from on high to this low world.

But if the truth be bitter lore,

Then I at least would strive the more.
If I am proud, 't were well that I

Should make more cause to bear me high:
If this the world that is I spurn,
To think another let me learn,
And be myself what I would seem,
The thing that I myself would deem.
And whatsoe'er the things I see,
Well would I win what most may be:
All conscious' in the bitter lore,

Yet striving still, yet striving more;

(4) Διαφερόντως γὰρ δὴ καὶ τόδε ἔχομεν ὥστε τολμᾶν τε οἱ αὐτοὶ μάλιστα καὶ περὶ ὧν ἐπιχειρήσομεν ἐκλογίζεσθαι· ὁ τοῖς ἄλλοις ἀμαθία μὲν θράσος, λογισμὸς δὲ ὄκνον φέρει. Κράτιστοι δ ̓ ἂν τὴν ψυχὴν δικαίως κριθεῖεν οἱ τά τε δεινὰ, καὶ ἡδέα σαφέστατα γιγνώσκοντες καὶ διὰ ταῦτα μὴ ἀποτρεπόμενοι ἐκ τῶν κινδύνων.—Thucyd. ii, 40; Goell. Lond. 1835; and note, vol. I, p. 193.

ὅ τε γὰρ πάντα φεύγων καὶ φοβούμενος καὶ μηδὲν ὑπομένων δειλὸς γίνεται, ὅ τε μηδὲν ὅλως φοβούμενος ἀλλὰ πρὸς πάντα βαδίζων θρασύς...... Ομοίως δὲ καὶ ἐπὶ τῆς ἀνδρείας· ἐθιζόμενοι γὰρ καταφρονεῖν τῶν φοβερῶν καὶ ὑπομένειν αὐτὰ γινόμεθα ἀνδρεῖοι,—Arist. 'H0. Nek. II, ii, 7, 9; Opera, Bekk. Ox. 1837.

“Sedit qui timuit ne non succederet: esto:

Quid? qui pervenit, fecitne viriliter? Atqui

All calm, though thus to bear for ever,
But urging on in all endeavour;

In this the sense, the spirit strong,
Which well may bear me far along ;
With purpose high and object clear,
In thoughts that falter not nor fear:
Now with a sense of Right all high,
Where I can live, where I can die :
Well knowing what indeed I see,
But deeming that a hope may be,
And deeply daring to confide

In one aspiring thought of pride;

Hic est, aut nusquam, quod quærimus: hic onus horret,

Ut parvis animis et parvo corpore majus;

Hic subit et perfert. Aut virtus nomen inane est,
Aut decus et pretium recte petit experiens vir."

Hor. Epist. I. xvii. 37.

"Aristote dict que les cueux de plomb se fondent, et coulent de froid, et de la rigueur de l'hyver, comme d'un chaleur vehemente. Le desir et la satieté remplissent de douleur les sieges au-dessus et au-dessoubs de la volupté. La bestisse et la sagesse se rencontrent en mesme poinct de sentiment et de resolution à la souffrance des accidents humains: les sages gourmandent et commandent le mal, et les aultres l'ignorent: ceulx-cy sont, par maniere de dire, au-deçà des accidents, les aultres au-delà: lesquels apres en avoir bien poisé et consideré les qualitez, les avoir mesurer et juger tels qu'ils sont, s'eslancent au-dessus, par la force d'un vigoureux couraige : ils les desdaignent et foulent aux pieds, ayant une ame forte et solide,"-Montaigne, Essais, II. iv, Des vaines subtiltés; vol. II. p. 10; Paris, 1796.