Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.* Line 324. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll; Line last. He best can paint them who shall feel them most. 49 The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249. Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read; Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. The saint sustained it, but the woman died. * "Priests, tapers, temples, swam before my sight." EDMUND SMITH, Phædra and Hippolitus. † "Kiss while I watch thy swimming eyeballs roll; Watch thy last gasp, and catch thy springing soul." OLDHAM, Lamentation for Adonis. "How can we better die than close embraced, Sucking each other's soul while we expire?” DRYDEN, Don Sebastian, Act iii. Sc. 1. "Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies." MARLOWE, Tragical History of Dr. Faustus. Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, Epigram. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765. Night Thoughts. Night III. Line 63. Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train: they tread each other's heel.† Night IV. Line 788. A Christian is the highest style of man. Night V. Line 718. And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. * "His wit invites you by his looks to come; COWPER, Conversation. † "One woe doth tread upon another's heel, HERRICK, Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 287. # "Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave." - BISHOP HALL'S Epistles, Dec. iii. Epist. ii. Line 773. That life is long which answers life's great end. Night IX. Line 1267. The course of Nature is the art of God.* JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740. On Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings * "In brief, all things are artificial; for Nature is the art of God." - SIR THOMAS BROWNE, Religio Medici, Sect. xvi. † Generally ascribed to Chesterfield. JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. Placed far amid the melancholy main. THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. On the Death of a Favorite Cat. A favorite has no friends. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. To each his sufferings; all are men, Condemned alike to groan, The tender for another's pain The unfeeling for his own. Since sorrow never comes too late, The Progress of Poesy. iii. 3. Beneath the Good how far, — but far above the Great. Ode to Music. Line 64. The still, small voice of gratitude. The Bard. i. 2. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air.* i. 3. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, * "An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care." COWLEY, Davideis, Book ii. Line 102. "The imperial ensign, which full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind." Par. Lost, Book i. Line 536. † "As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart." Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 1. "Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life, Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee." OTWAY, Venice Preserved, Act v. |