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This Tapestry-Weaver Of Beauvais.
stories he had of men of all ages and of all ranks , rendered him air oracle of wisdom to the studious . It was observed that Schatten , whilst narrating any history , always spoke as though he had been an eyewitness of the circumstance he detailed ; nay , as though he had known their most secret thoughts . *****
And who is Schatten , whose history is yet unfinished ? Who is this mysterious Weaver , whose deeds , if chronicled , would fill thousands of folios ? He is everywhere about us : in the solitude of our chamber , in the press and throng of the street , in the wilderness , and in the city . The passions colour the tapestry of life ; but old Death is the Weaver .. " MY DAYS ARE SWIFTER TUAN A WEAVER ' S SHUTTLE * . "
The Fate Of Genius.
THE FATE OF GENIUS .
( Continued . ) FAR from the social haunts of men , Where Nature ' s loveliness ne ' er smiled , Stood Envy ' s rude and lonely den , 'Mid gloomy deserts , vast and wild . Around it grew , in mazy wreath ,
The ivy dank , the deadly yew , Poisoning the hurtless flower beneath , That under its cold shadow grew . Before the cavern , like a gem That sparkles in its living light , Set in the ebon diadem ,
Upon the brow of ancient night , Lay a bright lake , as if asleep—It slumber'd calmly and serene ; Within its bosom , clear and deep , All that then past on earth was seen . 'Twas Envy ' s doom to stand beside , And in its magic surface trace Fame , like some lovely virgin bride , Deeds of heroic valour grace .
Crimson her robe—her forehead high Was crested in a vip'rous brood : The lightning glance of her dark eye Was climm'd by torture , not subdued . * Job .
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This Tapestry-Weaver Of Beauvais.
stories he had of men of all ages and of all ranks , rendered him air oracle of wisdom to the studious . It was observed that Schatten , whilst narrating any history , always spoke as though he had been an eyewitness of the circumstance he detailed ; nay , as though he had known their most secret thoughts . *****
And who is Schatten , whose history is yet unfinished ? Who is this mysterious Weaver , whose deeds , if chronicled , would fill thousands of folios ? He is everywhere about us : in the solitude of our chamber , in the press and throng of the street , in the wilderness , and in the city . The passions colour the tapestry of life ; but old Death is the Weaver .. " MY DAYS ARE SWIFTER TUAN A WEAVER ' S SHUTTLE * . "
The Fate Of Genius.
THE FATE OF GENIUS .
( Continued . ) FAR from the social haunts of men , Where Nature ' s loveliness ne ' er smiled , Stood Envy ' s rude and lonely den , 'Mid gloomy deserts , vast and wild . Around it grew , in mazy wreath ,
The ivy dank , the deadly yew , Poisoning the hurtless flower beneath , That under its cold shadow grew . Before the cavern , like a gem That sparkles in its living light , Set in the ebon diadem ,
Upon the brow of ancient night , Lay a bright lake , as if asleep—It slumber'd calmly and serene ; Within its bosom , clear and deep , All that then past on earth was seen . 'Twas Envy ' s doom to stand beside , And in its magic surface trace Fame , like some lovely virgin bride , Deeds of heroic valour grace .
Crimson her robe—her forehead high Was crested in a vip'rous brood : The lightning glance of her dark eye Was climm'd by torture , not subdued . * Job .