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To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Stanza 17.

Along the cool sequester'd vale of life,

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Stanza 19.

Stanza 20.

And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

Stanza 21.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Stanza 22.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.1

Stanza 23.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Stanza 25

One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill.

Stanza 28.

1 Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.

Chaucer, The Reves Prologue, Line 28.

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
The Epitaph.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send :
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,

He gain'd from heaven ('t was all he wish'd) a

friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Ibid.

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.

And weep

Ibid.

the more, because I weep in vain.
Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.

The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe.

Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45.

The meanest floweret of the vale,

The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.

Line 53.

And hie him home, at evening's close,
To sweet repast and calm repose. Line 87.

From toil he wins his spirits light,
From busy day the peaceful night;

Rich, from the very want of wealth,

In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

Line 93.

[Gray continued.

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And Gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.1

Rich windows that exclude the light,

And passages that lead to nothing.
A Long Story.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
He had not the method of making a fortune.
On his own Character.

A favorite has no friend.

On the Death of a Favorite Cat.

Now as the Paradisaical pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.

To Mr. West. Letter iv. 3d Series.

RICHARD HURD.

1720-1808.

In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.

Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287.

DR. SAMUEL HOWARD.

Gentle shepherd, tell me where?

- 1782.

Song.

1 This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of Education and Government."- Mason, Vol. iii. p. 114.

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JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766.

Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days.

Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope.1

MARK AKENSIDE.

1721-1770.

Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567.

Than Timoleon's arms require,

And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.

Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. St. ii.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Epistle to Curio.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,

And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

The Virtuoso. St. x.

1 Anderson's British Poets, x. 879. See note in Contemporary Review, Sept. 1867, p. 4.

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JAMES TOWNLEY. 1715-1778.

Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur.

Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.

From humble Port to imperial Tokay.

Ibid.

DAVID GARRICK.

1716–1779.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

Prologue to The Gamesters.

Their cause I plead, —plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.'

Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.

Let others hail the rising sun :

I bow to that whose course is run.2

On the Death of Mr. Pelham.

This scholar, rake,

Christian, dupe, gamester,

and poet.

Jupiter and Mercury.

1 I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. - Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy; Democritus to the Reader.

Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.

2 Pompey

Virgil, Eneid, Lib. i. 630. bade Sylla recollect that more wor

shipped the rising than the setting sun.-Clough, Dryden's Plutarch, iv. 66. Life of Pompey.

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