--WORDSWORTH.


III. JANE EYRE

I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams ... where
amidst unusual scenes ... I still again and again met Mr.
Rochester;... and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his
voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him,
being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side,
would be renewed, with all its first force and fire.

--CHARLOTTE BRONTË (_Jane Eyre_, Ch. xxxii.).


IV. JULIA, ELECTRA, DIANEME

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;