And some, even now, move gracefully through the shades of domestic life, and the universe, of whose beauty they will ere long form a part, knows them not. Undistinguished among the ephemeral divinities around them, not looking as though they felt the future glory round their brow, nor swelling with anticipated fame, they yet carry in their mild eyes, that light of love, which has inspired undying strains, And Queens hereafter shall be proud to live Upon the alms of their superfluous praise! FOOTNOTES: [153] Crabbe's Poems. [154] See the Excursion. [155] Wordsworth. [156] Even so the smile of woman stamps our fates, And consecrates the love it first creates! _Barry Cornwall._ [157] See in particular Schiller's ode, "Honour to Women," one of the most elegant tributes ever paid to us by a poet's enthusiasm. It may be found translated in Lord F. Gower's beautiful little volume of Miscellanies. [158] Many light lays (ah! woe is me the more) In praise of that mad fit which fools call _love_, I have i' the heat of youth made heretofore, That in light wits did loose affections move; But all these follies do I now reprove, &c. _Spenser._ [159] Marcian Colonna. [160] Miss Chaworth, now Mrs. Musters. [161] Lord Byron's Works, vol. iii. p. 183, (small edit.) [162] Campbell's Poems, vol. ii. p. 202. [163] Barry Cornwall's Poems, "Lines on a Rose." [164] Wordsworth's Poems, vol. i. p. 181. [165] Wordsworth, vol. ii. p. 132. [166] See in Moore's Lyrics the beautiful song. "I'd mourn the hopes that leave me." The concluding stanza is in point: "Far better hopes shall win me, Along the path I've yet to roam, The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee _at home_." [167] See in the "Opere di Pindemonte," the Canzone, "O Giovanetta che la dubbia via." THE END. LONDON: PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY, Dorset Street, Fleet Street.