THE WORSHIP OF BEAUTY.

When Beauty gaily plays her part-
All music, mirth, and motion-
Then Beauty will subdue the heart,
Constraining its devotion.

But Beauty, when her eyes with tears
Are full to overflowing;

When Beauty with advancing years
Finds Grief a friend worth knowing;

When Beauty's pulse is beating low,
And Beauty's bloom is faded;
When Beauty tries to smile, although
She's trouble-worn and jaded:

When Beauty nobly plays her part-
Devotion, resignation-

Then Beauty must constrain the heart

To yield her adoration.

EX. COLL., OXFORD.

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CRISTIN.

A Letter from Italy.

(ADDISON.)

OW I am pleased to search the hills and woods
For rising springs and celebrated floods:

To view the Nar tumultuous in its course,
And trace the smooth Clitumnus to its source:
To see the Mincio draw its watery store
Through the long windings of a fruitful shore,
And hoary Albula's infected tide

O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide.

Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng,

I seek for streams immortalised in song
That lost in silence and oblivion lie;

(Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry)
Yet run for ever by the Muses' skill,

And in the soft description murmur still.

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Idem atine.

UAM juga, quam notos juvat hic exquirere lucos,
Edita qua celebri flumina fonte ruunt!

Naris ubi ingenti devolvitur unda tumultu,
Clitumnus placidum qua tenet ortus iter.
Aut ubi, decurrens flexus per mille feracis
Littoris, illustres Mincius urget aquas.
Aut ubi foedatis canus dilabitur undis
Sulphure fumantes Albula lambit agros.

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Pieridum turbis ducentibus avius olim

Inclyta carminibus flumina facta peto.
Ah! latices pressant obducta oblivia mutos,
Fons silet, et ciccas deserit unda vias.

Arte tamen Musæ ceu quondam flumina currunt,
Et tremit in molli carmine murmur adhuc.

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A Letter from Italy.

(ADDISON.)

OW I am pleased to search the hills and woods
For rising springs and celebrated floods :

To view the Nar tumultuous in its course,
And trace the smooth Clitumnus to its source:
To see the Mincio draw its watery store
Through the long windings of a fruitful shore,
And hoary Albula's infected tide

O'er the warm bed of smoking sulphur glide.

Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng,
I seek for streams immortalised in song
That lost in silence and oblivion lie;

(Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry)
Yet run for ever by the Muses' skill,

And in the soft description murmur still.

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Idem ratine.

UAM juga, quam notos juvat hic exquirere lucos,
Edita qua celebri flumina fonte ruunt!

Naris ubi ingenti devolvitur unda tumultu,
Clitumnus placidum qua tenet ortus iter.
Aut ubi, decurrens flexus per mille feracis
Littoris, illustres Mincius urget aquas.
Aut ubi fœdatis canus dilabitur undis
Sulphure fumantes Albula lambit agros.

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Pieridum turbis ducentibus avius olim

Inclyta carminibus flumina facta peto.
Ah! latices pressant obducta oblivia mutos,
Fons silet, et ciccas deserit unda vias.

Arte tamen Musæ ceu quondam flumina currunt,
Et tremit in molli carmine murmur adhuc.