And now they throng the moonlight glade, Their little minim forms array'd In all the tricksy pomp of fairy pride! DRAKE'S Culprit Fay. The palace of the sylphid queen— DRAKE'S Culprit Fay Her mantle was the purple roll'd DRAKE'S Culprit Fay Their harps are of the amber shade, And every gleamy string is made Of silvery moonshine's lengthen'd ray. DRAKE'S Culprit Fay But she led him to the palace gate, And call'd the sylphs who hover'd there, And bade them fly and bring him straight Of clouds condens'd a sable car. As ever ye saw a bubble rise, DRAKE'S Culprit Fay And shine with a thousand changing dyes, He put his acorn-helmet on; DRAKE'S Culprit Fay It was plum'd of the silk of the thistle-down; Was once the wild bees' golden vest; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandish'd bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. Swift he bestrode his fiery steed; DRAKE'S Culprit Fay He bared his blade of the bent grass blue; He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed, And away, like a glance of thought, he flew, To skim the heavens, and follow far The fiery tail of the rocket-star. DRAKE'S Culprit Fay True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes; And sometimes both are clos'd, and neither see. Faith lights us through the dark to deity; QUARLES. Whilst, without sight, we witness that she shows For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; POPE'S Essay on Man. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. peace : Death's terror is the mountain faith removes, Fond as we are, and justly fond of faith, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast MOORE's Lalla Rookh FALSEHOOD-TRUTH, &c. Vital principle, which keeps my heart Firm, 'mid the pressure of a thousand ills, Mingling with bliss the bitter cup it fills. MRS. S. MOWBRAY FALSEHOOD-TRUTH - SINCERITY. He is a freeman whom the truth makes free,. I cannot hide what I am: I must be 257 Cowper. Sad when I have a cause, and smile at no man's This, above all, to thine own self be true; SHAKSPEARE. In many looks the false heart's history SHAKSPEARE Is writ, in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange. SHAKSPEAR. Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live. SHAKSPEARE. 258 FALSEHOOD-TRUTH, &c. I think good .houghts, while others write good words, The man of pure and simple heart What he says SHAKSPEARE. GAY'S Fables. You may believe, and pawn your soul upon it. SHIRLEY "Twixt truth and error there's this diff'rence known, Error is fruitful, truth is only one. Dishonour waits on perfidy. The villain HERRICK Should blush to think a falsehood; 't is the crime Of cowards. Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips. Shame on the policy that first began To tamper with the heart, to hide its thoughts! C. JOHNSON When fiction rises, pleasing to the eye, The sages say, dame Truth delights to dwell,— HAVARD CHURCHILL DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar |