Chapter 417

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars, The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

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HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. 1770-1834.

_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton_.

Too late I stayed--forgive the crime; Unheeded flew the hours. How noiseless falls the foot of time, That only treads on flowers!

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DR. GEORGE SEWELL. --1726.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.

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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834

_The Ancient Mariner_.