LANGUAGE.

Why can the living spirit be never seen by the spirit?

Soon as the soul "gins to speak, then can the soul speak no more!

THE MASTER.

Other masters one always can tell by the words that they utter; That which he wisely omits shows me the master of style.

THE GIRDLE.

Aphrodite preserves her beauty concealed by her girdle; That which lends her her charms is what she covers--her shame.

THE DILETTANTE.

Merely because thou hast made a good verse in a language poetic, One which composes for thee, thou art a poet forsooth!

THE BABBLER OF ART.

Dost thou desire the good in art? Of the good art thou worthy, Which by a ne"er ceasing war "gainst thee thyself is produced?

THE PHILOSOPHIES.

Which among the philosophies will be enduring? I know not, But that philosophy"s self ever may last is my hope.

THE FAVOR OF THE MUSES.

Fame with the vulgar expires; but, Muse immortal, thou bearest Those whom thou lovest, who love thee, into Mnemosyne"s arms.

HOMER"S HEAD AS A SEAL.

Trusty old Homer! to thee I confide the secret so tender; For the raptures of love none but the bard should e"er know.

GOODNESS AND GREATNESS.

Only two virtues exist. Oh, would they were ever united!

Ever the good with the great, ever the great with the good!

THE IMPULSES.

Fear with his iron staff may urge the slave onward forever; Rapture, do thou lead me on ever in roseate chains!

NATURALISTS AND TRANSCENDENTAL PHILOSOPHERS.

Enmity be between ye! Your union too soon is cemented; Ye will but learn to know truth when ye divide in the search.

GERMAN GENIUS.

Strive, O German, for Roman-like strength and for Grecian-like beauty!

Thou art successful in both; ne"er has the Gaul had success.

THEOPHANIA.

When the happy appear, I forget the G.o.ds in the heavens; But before me they stand, when I the suffering see.

TRIFLES.

THE EPIC HEXAMETER.

Giddily onward it bears thee with resistless impetuous billows; Naught but the ocean and air seest thou before or behind.

THE DISTICH.

In the hexameter rises the fountain"s watery column, In the pentameter sweet falling in melody down.

THE EIGHT-LINE STANZA.

Stanza, by love thou"rt created,--by love, all-tender and yearning; Thrice dost thou bashfully fly; thrice dost with longing return.

THE OBELISK.

On a pedestal lofty the sculptor in triumph has raised me.

"Stand thou," spake he,--and I stand proudly and joyfully here.

THE TRIUMPHAL ARCH.

"Fear not," the builder exclaimed, "the rainbow that stands in the heavens; I will extend thee, like it, into infinity far!"

THE BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE.