S.T. COLERIDGE.
'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
_Burial of the Dead_. J. KEBLE.
I praise the Frenchman,[A] his remark was shrewd,
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
_Retirement_. W. COWPER.
[Footnote A: La Bruyere, says _Bartlett_.]
Friendship's an abstract of love's noble flame,
'Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross,
'Tis next to angel's love, if not the same.
_Friendship: A Poem_. CATH. PHILLIPS.
Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene;
Resumes them, to prepare us for the next.
_Night Thoughts_. DR. E. YOUNG.
A day for toil, an hour for sport,
But for a friend is life too short.
_Considerations by the Way_. R.W. EMERSON.
But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend;
Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm.
Some I remember, and will ne'er forget.
_Course of Time, Bk, V_. R. POLLOK.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.
_Iliad, Bk. IX_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.
Nor hope to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.
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