Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. Hora Lyrica. Book ii. FALSE GREATNESS. The mind's the standard of the man. RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743. The Bastard. Line 7. He lives to build, not boast a generous race: No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. ROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764. The Parting Kiss. One kind kiss before we part, Till we meet shall pant for you. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1673. Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3. He is a fool who thinks by force or skill AARON HILL. 1685-1750. Epilogue to Zara. First, then, a woman will, or won't, — depend on 't ; Verses Written on a Window in Scotland. Tender handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; And it soft as silk remains. "T is the same with common natures: * The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury: "Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won 't, she won't; so there's an end on 't." JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. THE SEASONS. Spring. Line 1. Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come. Line 283. Base envy withers at another's joy, Line 465. But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Line 996. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. Line 1149. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, Line 1158. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews. The Seasons - Continued. Line 81. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day Line 946. Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds. Line 1188. Sighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1285. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Line 1346. So stands the statue that enchants the world, Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned, adorned the most. Line 233. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. Winter. Line 1. See Winter comes, to rule the varied year. The Seasons - Continued. Line 393. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Line 626. The kiss, snatched hasty from the sidelong maid. Hymn. Line 1. These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Line 25. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. Line 114. From seeming evil still educing good. Line 118. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. Castle of Indolence. Canto i. St. 69. A little round, fat, oily man of God. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5. Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves; Britons never will be slaves. |