Lands intersected by a narrow frith Cowper's Task, b. 2. In every heart Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war, Ibid, b. 5. Ah! why will kings forget that they are men? Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on New pains for life, new terrors for the grave, Porteus's Death. The autumnal ruins had beaten to the earth Southey's Joan of Arc. The shout Of battle, the barbarian yell, the bray Southey's Madoc: WHALE. There leviathan, Hugest of living creatures, on the deep Stretch'd like a promontory sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land, and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out a sea. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 7. WIDOW. The new made widow too I've sometimes spied. Blair's Grave. All the long summer did she live in hope Appear'd at distance coming o'er the brow, By the flush'd cheek what thoughts were in her heart, How her heart died within her. Southey's Joan of Arc. WIFE. A wife becomes the truest, tend'rest friend, Thro' every various turn of life the same. Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury. Can she be faithful to her luckless lord And claims her part of sorrow. Havard's King Charles I. Zounds, lady! do not give such heavy blows; Joanna Baillie's Basil, a. 3, s. 3. What thou bid'st Unargued I obey; so God ordains; God is thy law; thou mine: to know no more Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 4. Sole partner, and sole part, of all these joys, Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self, For nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, Ibid. Ibid. b. 8. And good works in her husband to promote. Ibid. b. 9. WINDS. Ye too, ye winds! that now begin to blow, To swell the brooding terrors of the storm? Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm? Many are the notes, Which in his tuneful course the wind draws forth, From rocks, woods, caverns, heaths, and dashing shores. Wordsworth. WINE. One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight Let each indulge his genius, each be glad, Rowe's Fair Penitent. O when we swallow down Intoxicating wine, we drink damnation ; Charles Johnson's Wife's Reick. Let all my soldiers quaff That gen'rous juice, by juggling priests deny'd, Darcy's Love and Ambition Wine cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires Byron's Sardanapalus, a. 1, s. 2. Ah! sly deceiver! branded o'er and o'er, Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 4. WINTER. 'Tis done! dread winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate domain ! Behold, fond man! See here thy pictur'd life pass some few years, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Thomson's Seasons-Winter. Behold, the joyous winter days, Frosty, succeed; and thro' the blue serene, Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds Ibid |