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Chapter of accidents. Letter. Feb. 16, 1753.
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word “firtation,” which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.
The World. No. 101.
Unlike my subject now shall be my song,
The dews of the evening most carefully shun, — Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Advice to a Lady in Autumn.
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom.
Character of Pulteney.
The picture placed the busts between,
Adds to the thought much strength;
But folly 's at full length.?
I See Burke, Notes for Speeches, ed. 1852, Vol.ii. p.426. John Wilkes said that “the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book.” - Southey, The Doctor, cxviii.
? This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield, but Mr. Dyce in his Specimens of British Poetesses gives it to Jane Brereton.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699 – 1747.
The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt nam'd: Nature, appallid, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The Grave. Line 9. The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up."
Ibid. Line 58. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!
Ibid. Line 88.
Of joys departed,
Ibid. Line 109.
Ibid. Part ii. Line 586.
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698 – 1743. He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
The Bastard. Line 7. i Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
Dryden, Amphitryon, Act iii. Sc. I. 2 Compare Norris, p. 253.
JAMES THOMSON. 1700 – 1748. Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
The Seasons. Spring. Line 1. Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Line 465. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.
Line 996. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven !
Line 1158. The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
Summer. Line 47. Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
Line 67. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day Rejoicing in the east.
Line 81. Ships, dim-discover'd, dropping from the clouds.
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
Summer. Line 979. Sigh’d and look'd unutterable things.
Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
Line 1285. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
Line 1346. Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
Line 1516. Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.
Autumn, Line 2.
Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Line 204. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
Line 229. For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Line 233. See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year.
Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
Line 393. 1 In naked beauty, more adorn'd, More lovely, than Pandora.
Milton, Par. Lost, Book iv. Line 713.
There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
Winter. Line 431. The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
Line 625. These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee.
Hymn. Line 1. Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.
Line 25. From seeming evil still educing good.
Line 114. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
Line 118. A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky : There eke the soft delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures, always hover'd nigh; But whate'er smack'd of noyance, or unrest, Was far, far off expell’d from this delicious nest.
The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stansa 6. O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace.
Canto i. Stanza 26. Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
Canto i. Stanza 30. Scoundrel maxim.
Canto i. Stanza 50.