The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-02-26
A POETICAL ALPHABET.
The 4 d Cs OF More Than q Score Of Poets
All! well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes.

All! we'll! for Us all some sweet hope lies
' 0''''' from human ne. syes Q. Waiter
AZ the foot Of thy csags. o, seal
BVs MI shs ssse< ssedso s1s .SSs S & day . dead
Cheny ripe, npe. Icry. Z - -
Full and fair ones-come and buy;
II 40 be you ask me where
They grow. answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land, OF cherry isle.
pint e II S eH,, ,ssas. Sise ssisSsssS sisS nine
Or leave kiss within the cup,
| Ben Jonson,
Zen such is time: which takes on trust
Our youth. our joys, our all We have,
anu '-'' us Out Win @ss@ e-ss1 KSitsr a1 RGlesga.
Farewell: life! ny senses vim,
ThEro1sins E s sh.doTs " 81 cloud Nth the light
Colder, colder. colder still.
Upward steals 9 vapor chill
Strong the earthly odor grows,
lsmen the mold above the rose
Golden slumben lis your syes
s,Iils. s,n sMaas you whsn {os s,se.
sf Ana rn;H n;iHisx " ssniSSihii iSii.iS: 90 pot cry
h''f shsn' rock them iallass; @ass.a. D....r.
he prAyeeh well, wholoveth well
Both man and bird and beAst:
BE prsyeth best who loveth best
An thines both great and small;
15 as sne %sds esss sed al ioysss waS ic2ssn s u.s.
I cannot make him dead: -
His fair. sunehiny hesd
II ever bounding round my study chair;
With teaEs. turn to him,
As s'.''n '.ni'h''-es Is Sess nSs sssfs. Ti.-pons
Jennie kies'd me when We met, sls
Jumping from the chair sbe sat in
yGs into sssa ssar Has ss pus ss' E. sf
p, s.y that health an and wealth have missed me
S Jennie Hss'd Uid' Pe' me-. -"
King Death vas . rare old fellow! a.I.l si.
& Hs ~ y Thsss s hS no; sun could y. ,s,In; sh,1Ine;
H1rrshi for coei.bissf ~inei
Life Rlides away, Lorenzo! like brook;
For ever changing, unperceived' the change
In the .ame brook none ever bsthed bin
To the same life none ever twice swoke.
We call the brook the same; the same W
Our LIE, though .sin more -pia in y ssssS ssv
Ny days are in the yellow leaf. t-
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
'ia-.- Byron.
Nothing resting in its own completeness 500
Can have worth or beauty: but alone,
Fs Fuller shs. assRss than a,s.sS.ai it sEa
/, ToWards Tow " y : truer. deeper LIE Above.
s. A A-A : s'''-' '--' - Proctor. !
Of Why should the spait of mortal be prouda
ss ss f1 ~ III tsiIE %sse11 f.ss yips S,o1d
he pssseth from life to his fsst E1 IL the "a sIaye.
Perh.p. in this neglected spot il. laid
Hand sS.. he I'd of s~pils S@isH have
rsor ~&sSs . sdss..y the ss.s,. lyss; "a c.
Quosh i. Hsre's Christmas once again, 49," 2
q Time answered. = A. the old. old str.in,i
z NO NJ roes ~ Of s:na M s = aeSEsr. I = s' =-yJ
S.' Ia q st ri u1 n. soSa nssa Ss.se e se,a
t4E rn .t-T "a fr-- 4-Aa.k Lemon.
Tmel Fierce spirit of the glass
Can stay HIM IN in his i .iiens course, or melt
His iron heart to pity?
Sad is our youth. for il is ever going. no
Sad ID our lie. for onward it is flowing u
In current unperceived, because e feet,
Cboa unrelentine Past! uuicu -. .i.S.59
Strong are the barriers around thy dark do
And fssse.:. sure and f..t, ..Tas4 I
Unfortunate man that I am!
I've never client but grief;
And IN brisf. I've ns'sr bad brief
7it.l spark Of heavenly fame.