By the glare of false science betrayed, Epistle to William Hogarth. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Nor MRS. GREVILLE.* 17—-17—. A Prayer for Indifference. peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too. "The pretty Fanny Macartney.". Walpole's Memoirs. ROBERT BURNS. 17591796. The Vision. Misled by fancy's meteor ray, But yet the light that led astray And, like a passing thought, she fled Epistle to a Young Friend. An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange And may you better reck the rede, RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Contemplation. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ;. All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. MERRICK. LOGAN. DICKENSON. 353 JAMES MERRICK. 1720 1766. Hymn. Not what we wish, but what we want. JOHN LOGAN. 1749-1789. To the Cuckoo. Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, JOHN DICKENSON. -1808. The Liberty Song. (1768). Then join in hand, brave Americans all; WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1770-1850. Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part ii. xxxvi. Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! By happy chance we saw A twofold image; on a grassy bank The Prelude. Book vi. Another morn Risen on mid-noon.† To Wickliffe. As thou these ashes, little Brook! wilt bear Into the Avon, Avon to the tide "Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines another and the same." DARWIN, Botanic Garden. † Paradise Lost, Book V. line 310. Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.* SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834. A Day-Dream. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut. Fancy in Nubibus. Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand, Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance (1425) the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burnt to ashes, and these cast into the Swift, a neighboring brook running hard by, and "thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon; Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over."- FULLER, Church History, Sec. II. B. 4, Par. 53. Fox says: "What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not weep. . . . . For though they digged up his body, burnt his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and |