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Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the Good how far, — but far above the Great.
The Progress ofPotsy. III. 3, Line 16.
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!
Confusion on thy banners wait!
They mock the air with idle state.
The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air.1 1.2, Line 5.
To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Line 14. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.2
I. 3, Line 12. Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm -,
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
II. 2, Line 9.
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed. Line 11.
1 Compare Cowley, Daridtis. Page 174.
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book i. Line 530. 3 Compare Shakespeare, Julius Ccesrtr, Act ii. Sc. 1. Page 85. Also Otway, Venice Preserved, Act v. Sc. 1. Page 237. 8 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. So, 1. Page 231.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
The Bard. III. 1, Line 11. And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. HI. 3, Line 3.
Comus, and his midnight crew. Ode for Music. Line 2.
While bright-eyed Science watches round. Line n.
The still small voice of gratitude. Line <H.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1.
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Stanza 4.
The breezy call of incense-breathing morn. Stanza 5.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor. Stanza 8.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
Await alike the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Stanza 9.
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Stanza 11. 1 The first edition reads, —
The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea..
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Chill penury repressed their noble rage,
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
The applause of listening senates to command,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Stanza 17.
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.' Stanza 19.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Stanza 20.
1 Compare Sir Thomas Browne, Rtliy. Med. Page 177. a Compare Young, Love of Fame, Satire v. Line 228. Pago 266. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Churchill, Gotham, Boot ii. Line 20. 3 Usually quoted "even tenor of their way."
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing lingering 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 missed him on the customed hill,
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. Stanza 28.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.3 The Epitaph.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gained from heaven ('t was all hcwished) a friend, C; .. •* • - '..• lb%i.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their'dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) •
The bosom of his Father and his God: • . .' Ibid.
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Iron sleet of' arrowy shower" .. •„.-,..
Hurtles in the darkened air. The Fatal Sisters. Line 3.:
1 Compare Chaucer, The Rates Prologue- Page 3. - But God, who is able .to prevail, wrestled 'with him; marked i him for his owner. Walton, LH/e 'of Donne.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45.
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.
The social smile, the sympathetic tear.
Education and Government.
When love could teach a monarch to be wise,
Rich windows that exclude the light,
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
On his own Character.
A favorite has no friend. On the Death of a Favorite Cat.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with flouris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series.
1 This was intended to be introduced in the Alliance of Education and Government. —Mason's edition of Gray, Vol. iii. p. 114.