OZYMANDIAS I MET a traveler from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone SONNET: ENGLAND IN 1819 AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield THE INVITATION BEST and brightest, come away! Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough Year just awake The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth And bade the frozen streams be free, Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress I leave this notice on my door To take what this sweet hour yields; Hope, in pity mock not Woe With smiles, nor follow where I go; Long having lived on thy sweet food, At length I find one moment's good After long pain with all your love, This you never told me of." Radiant Sister of the Day, And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet, Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one In the universal sun. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY THE fountains mingle with the river, Nothing in the world is single; See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the moonbeams kiss the sea: RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN, an English dramatist and orator. Born in Dublin, September 30, 1751; died in London, July 7, 1816. Author of "The Rivals," "The Duenna," "The School for Scandal," "The Critic." The "School for Scandal" has been called the most successful comedy of manners in the English language. Both this and "The Rivals "are still favorites on the stage. As a member of Parliament Sheridan made several brilliant speeches, which became famous. He is buried in Westminster Abbey. (From "THE RIVALS") Scene: ACRES' Lodgings. Present: BOB ACRES. Enter SIR LUCIUS O'TRIGGER Sir Luc. Mr. Acres, I am delighted to embrace you. Sir Luc. Pray, my friend, what has brought you so suddenly to Bath? Acres. Faith! I have followed Cupid's Jack-a-lantern, and find myself in a quagmire at last. — In short, I have been very - 1 ill used, Sir Lucius. — I don't choose to mention names, but look on me as on a very ill-used gentleman. Sir Luc. Pray, what is the case? I ask no names. Acres. Mark me, Sir Lucius, I fall as deep as need be in love with a young lady - her friends take my part I follow her to Bath - send word of my arrival; and receive answer, that the lady is to be otherwise disposed of. This, Sir Lucius, I call being ill used. Sir Luc. Very ill, upon my conscience. divine the cause of it? Acres. Why, there's the matter; she has another lover, one Beverley, who, I am told, is now in Bath. - Odds slanders and lies! he must be at the bottom of it. Sir Luc. A rival in the case, is there? supplanted you unfairly? and you think he has Acres. Unfairly! to be sure he has. He never could have done it fairly. Sir Luc. Then sure you know what is to be done! Acres. Not I, upon my soul! Sir Luc. We wear no swords here, but you understand me. Acres. What! fight him? Sir Luc. Aye, to be sure: what can I mean else? Acres. But he has given me no provocation. Sir Luc. Now, I think he has given you the greatest provocation in the world. Can a man commit a more heinous offense against another man than to fall in love with the same woman? Oh, by my soul! it is the most unpardonable breach of friendship. Acres. Breach of friendship! aye, aye; but I have no acquaintance with this man. I never saw him in my life. Sir Luc. That's no argument at all he has the less right then to take such a liberty. Acres. Gad, that's true I grow full of anger, Sir Lucius ! — I fire apace! Odds hilts and blades! I find a man may have a deal of valor in him, and not know it! But couldn't I contrive to have a little right on my side? Sir Luc. What the devil signifies right, when your honor is concerned? Do you think Achilles, or my little Alexander the Great, ever inquired where the right lay? No, by my soul, they drew their broadswords, and left the lazy sons of peace to settle the justice of it. Acres. Your words are a grenadier's march to my heart! I believe courage must be catching! I certainly do feel a kind of valor rising as it were a kind of courage, as I may say. Odds, flints, pans, and triggers! I'll challenge him directly. |