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FAME - NOTORIETY.

FAME NOTORIETY.

1. Death makes no conquest of this conqueror, For now he lives in fame though not in life.

2. Talk not to me of fond renown, the rude,
Inconstant blast of the base multitude:
Their breaths nor souls can satisfaction make,
For half the joys I part with for their sake.

3. I courted fame but as a spur to brave

And honest deeds; and who despises fame,
Will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Knows he that mankind praise against their will,
And mix as much detraction as they can?
Knows he that faithless fame her whisper has,
As well as trumpet? That his vanity

Is so much tickled from not hearing all?

CROWN.

MALLET.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

5. They, spider-like, spin out their precious all,
Their more than vitals spin in curious webs
Of subtle thought and exquisite design-
Fine networks of the brain-to catch a fly!
The momentary buzz of vain renown!

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

6. With fame, in just proportion, envy grows; The man that makes a character, makes foes.

7. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, To scorn delights, and live laborious days.

8. The whole amount of that enormous fame,
A tale that blends their glory with their shame.

YOUNG.

MILTON.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

9. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, even before our death.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

10. Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they go.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

11. A youth to fame, ere yet to manhood, known.

12. Absurd! to think to overreach the grave,

And from the wreck of names to rescue ours:
The best concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away; only themselves die faster.

POPE.

BLAIR'S Grave.

13. He left a name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

DR. JOHNSON.

14. And glory long has made the sages smile;
"T is something, nothing, words, illusion, wind—
Depending more upon the historian's style

Than on the name a person leaves behind.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

15. What is the end of fame? "Tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper:

Some liken it to climbing up a hill,

Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour.
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call "the midnight taper."
BYRON'S Don Juan

16. And blaze with guilty glare thro' future time,
Eternal beacons of consummate crime.

BYRON'S English Bards, &c.

17. Far dearer the grave or the prison,
Illumed by a patriot's name,

Than the trophies of all who have risen
On liberty's ruins to fame.

MOORE.

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20. Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

21. We tell thy doom without a sigh,

SANDS.

H. W. LONGfellow.

For thou art freedom's now, and fame's

One of the few, th' immortal names

That were not born to die!

FITZ-GREEN HALLECK.

FANCY-IMAGINATION.

1. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December's snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?-
Oh no-the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling of the worse.

2. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. This busy power is working day and night;
For when the outward senses rest do take,
A thousand dreams, fantastical and light,
With fluttering wings do keep her still awake.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

4. Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new;
Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign,
And panting time toil'd after him in vain.

DR. JOHNSON, on Shakspeare.

5. Do what he will, he cannot realize
Half he conceives-the glorious vision flies;
Go where he may, he cannot hope to find
The truth, the beauty pictur'd in his mind.

6. Pleasant at noon, beside the vocal brook,

To lie one down and watch the floating clouds,
And shape to fancy's wild imaginings,
Their ever-varying forms.

7. Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins.

ROGERS.

SOUTHEY.

SCOTT'S Rokeby.

8. Where Fancy halted, weary in her flight,
In other men, his, fresh as morning, rose,
And soar'd untrodden heights, and seem'd at home
Where angels bashful look'd.

POLLOK'S Course of Time.

9. The beings of the mind are not of clay,

Essentially immortal, they create
And multiply in us a brighter ray,

And more belov'd existence.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

10. Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars

Till he had peopled them with beings bright
As their own beams.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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FANCY - FAREWELL, &c.

-Immortal dreams, that could beguile

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.

And dream'd again

The visions which arise without a sleep.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Lament of Tasso.

Oh! that I were

The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,
A living voice, a breathing harmony,
A bodiless enjoyment-born and dying
With the blest tone which made me!

BYRON'S Manfred.

14. One of those passing rainbow dreams
Half light, half shade, which Fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,
In trance or slumber, round the soul.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

15. Above, below, in ocean and in sky, Thy fairy worlds, Imagination, lie.

16. 'Mid earthly scenes forgotten or unknown, Lives in ideal worlds, and wanders there alone.

CAMPBELL.

CARLOS WILCOX.

17. I give you a legend from Fancy's own sketch, Tho', I warn you, he's given to fibbing-the wretch! S. G. GOODRICH.

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