• Do not waste your pity, friend,
      When you see me weep as now;
    Keep it to some better end.
    When dry-eyed I went about
      With a leaden heart locked in
      By a silent tongue, ah! then
      Had you brought it, it had been
    Sweet indeed to me; but now
      When the depths of my despair
    Are upheaved and through the portals
      Of...

  • From “Ion,” Act I. Sc. 2.
                                ’T IS a little thing
    To give a cup of water; yet its draught
    Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,
    May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
    More exquisite than when nectarean juice
    Renews the life of joy in happier hours.
    It is a little thing to speak a phrase
    Of common...