Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.1 Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The applause of list'ning senates to command, And many a holy text around she strews, For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind? E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.3 1 See Young, page 311. Stanea 15. Stanza 16. Stanza 17. Stanza 19. Stanza 20. Stanza 21. Stanza 22. Stanza 23 Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. -CHURCHILL: Gotham, book ii. line 20. Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, Stanza 28. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 26. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, He gave to mis❜ry (all he had) a tear, The Epitaph. He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. Ibid. No further 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. And weep the more, because I weep in vain. Ibid. Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West. Rich windows that exclude the light, A Long Story. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45. From toil he wins his spirits light, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93. The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Education and Government. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, On his own Character. Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series. DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779. Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. Prologue to the Gamesters. Their cause I plead, plead it in heart and mind; Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. Prologues like compliments are loss of time; Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.3 On the Death of Mr. Pelham. 1 This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of Education and Government." Mason's edition of Gray, vol. iii. p. 114. 2 See Burton, page 185. 3 Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.-PLUTARCH: Life of Pompey. This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.1 Jupiter and Mercury. Hearts of Oak. Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick. Vol. ii. p. 38. 157. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll. Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith. WILLIAM B. RHODES. Who dares this pair of boots displace, Circa 1790. Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4 Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore The grievous roar echoed along the shore. And the first lion thought the last a bore. 1 Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. Ibid 2 See Tusser, page 20. S. J. ARNOLD: Death of Nelson. 8 Let none but he these arms displace, Who dares Orlando's fury face. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. læví. RAY: Proverbs. THOMAS: English Prose Romance, page 85, WALPOLE. MRS. GREVILLE.1 Circa 1793. Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too. HORACE WALPOLE. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater, A Prayer for Indifference 1717-1797. Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. Ibid. 1770. A careless song, then, does not misbecome a monarch.2 with a little nonsense in it now and Ibid. 1774. The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. Ibid. 1778. 8 WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. Well Ode to Simplicity. may your hearts believe the truths I tell : 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5. How sleep the brave who sink to rest Ode written in the year 1746. By fairy hands their knell is rung;5 1 The pretty Fanny Macartney. — WALPOLE: Memoirs. 2 A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. 3 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch under standing.-SYDNEY SMITH: Lady Holland's Memoir, vol. i. p. 15. 4 See Pope, page 320. Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung; By fairy forms their dirge is sung. |