Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Rich with the spoils of time.* A Long Story. Rich windows that exclude the light, OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. The Good-natured Man. Act ii. Measures, not men, have always been my mark.† She stoops to Conquer. Act i. Sc. 2. A concatenation accordingly. Act iv. But there's no love lost between us. * "Rich with the spoils of nature." - SIR THOMAS BROWNE, Relig. Med, Sect. xii. "Of this stamp is the cant of Not men, but measures; a sort of charm by which many people get loose from every honorable engagement." BURKE, Present Discontents. The Traveller. Line 423. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. The Hermit. And what is friendship but a name, A shade that follows wealth or fame, Retaliation. Line 96. If not first, in the very first line. Haunch of Venison. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.* "If your friend is in want, don't carry him to the tavern, where you treat yourself as well as him, and entail a thirst and headache upon him next morning. To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back."- TOM BROWN, Breen's English Literature. BEATTIE. CHURCHILL. MRS. GREVILLE. 351 JAMES BEATTIE. 17351766. The Hermit. By the glare of false science betrayed, Epistle to William Hogarth. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, MRS. GREVILLE.* 17--17-. A Prayer for Indifference. 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 ; |