In youthful spirits wild,
Smile, for all beams on thee;
Sport, sing, be still the child,
The flower, the honey-bee.
Bring not the future near,
For Joy too soon declines—
What is man's mission here?
Toil, where … Read the rest The tomb asked of the rose: "What dost thou with the tears, which dawn Sheds on thee every summer morn, Thou sweetest flower that blows?" The rose asked of the tomb: "What dost thou with the treasures… Read the rest
La vieuville was suddenly cut short by a cry of despair, and a the same time a noise was heard wholly unlike any other sound. The cry and sounds came from within the vessel.
The captain and … Read the rest
Claude Gueux was a poor workman, living in Paris about eight years ago, with his mistress and child. Although his education had been neglected, and he could not even read, the man was naturally clever and intelligent, … Read the rest
Around him suddenly, from all directions, the thicket was filled with muskets, bayonets, and sabres, a tricolored banner was unfurled in the dim light, and the cry, “Lantenac!” burst forth on his ears, while at his feet … Read the rest
VICTOR Hugo, one of the most popular novelists and dramatists of modern France, has recently published a couple of volumes, with a title which may be, not inaptly, translated, A Medley of Philosophy and Literature. The style … Read the rest
Before the songs I joy in singing,
So young, such wafts of perfume bringing,
Endured the brunt the world allows,
Far from the crowd and all its crushing,
Ah! how they bloomed, a garland blushing,
How green … Read the rest Hope, child! to-morrow! Hope! and then again to-morrow,
And then to-morrow still! Trust in a future day.
Hope! and each morn that skies new light from dawn shall borrow,
As God is there to bless, let us … Read the rest