The Traveller - Continued. Line 77. Line 153. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled ; The sports of children satisfy the child. Line 172. Line 217. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, Line 251. Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. Line 327. Line 356. Line 372. For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil. The Traveller - Continued. Line 386. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Line 409. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. Line 14. Line 51. Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade, A breath can make them as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. a Line 62. Line 100. Line 110. While resignation gently slopes the way, — And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 122. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. The Deserted Village - Continued. Line 141. A man he was to all the country dear, Line 158. Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Line 161. Line 164. And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. Line 170. Line 180. Line 184. And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 192. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 203. Line 211. The Deserted Village - Continued. Line 229. Contrived a double debt to pay. Line 253. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, Line 263. Line 329. Line 385. O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree. Line 414. RETALIATION. Line 24. Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth. Retaliation - Continued. Line 31. Line 37. Line 94. Line 107. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased, he could whistle them back. She Stoops to Conquer. Act 3. Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs. VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. The Hermit. Chapter xvii. Elegy on a Mad Dog. The man recovered of the bite, |