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Page 254 - Seasons return—but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever during dark' Surround me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the
Page 350 - a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man ; to day he puts forth. The tender leaves of hope \ tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him 5 The third day conies a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full
Page 361 - Pray you avoid it. Be not too tame, neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action! with this special observance, that you o'er step not the modesty of nature ; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of
Page 380 - 1 I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friend—and that they know full well, That gave me public leave to speak of him .' For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech, To stir men's
Page 403 - means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is ? •If you prick us, do we not bleed ? If you tickle us, do we not laugh ? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we
Page 372 - untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) be mus,t delight in virtue; And
Page 232 - mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew. , Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace • * The day's disasters in his morning face: 'Full well they laugh'd, and counterfeited glee, At all
Page 246 - him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send. He gave to mis'ry all he had—a tear; He gain'd from heaven ('twas all he wish'd)— a friend. . . No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties
Page 386 - not enough no harshness gives ofience ; The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some reek's vast weight to
Page 246 - Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn. THE EPITAPH. HERE rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy rnark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send.