Read incessantly thy Burke; that Burke who, nobler than he of old, Treateth of the Peer and Peeress, the truly Sublime and Beautiful: Likewise study the "creations" of "the Prince of modern Romance;" Sigh over Leonard the Martyr, and smile on Pelham the puppy: Learn how "love is the dram-drinking of ex istence;" And how we "invoke, in the Gadara of our still closets, The beautiful ghost of the Ideal, with the simple wand of the pen." Listen how Maltravers and the orphan "forgot all but love," And how Devereux's family chaplain "made and unmade kings:" How Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and a murderer, Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of mankind. So shalt thou live in a world peopled with heroes and master-spirits; And if thou canst not realise the Ideal, thou shalt at least idealise the Real. LYCIDAS. YET Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, LYCIDAS. EN! ! iterum laurus, iterum salvete myrica Pallentes, nullique hederæ quæ ceditis ævo. Has venio baccas, quanquam sapor asper acerbis, Decerptum, quassumque manu folia ipsa proterva, Causa gravis, pia causa, subest, et amara deûm lex; Non nullo vitreum fas innatet ille feretrum |