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Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Pull many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.'
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Stanka 15. The applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes. Stanza 16. 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
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray ; Along the cool sequesterd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.” Stanza 19. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Stanza 20. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die,
Stanza 21. 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 lingʻring look behind ? Stanza 22. E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. Stanza 23
1 See Young, page 311.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. - CHURCHILL: Gotham, book ii. line 20.
? Usually quoted "even tenor of their way.”
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 26.
Along the heath, and near his fav’rite tree:
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.'
Heaven did a recompense as largely send :
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West. Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45.
A Long Story.
i See Walton, page 208.
From toil he wins his spirits light,
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, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; He had not the method of making a fortune.
On his own Character. Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the Aute 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; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.?
Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. Prologues like compliments are loss of time; ’T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose course is run.:
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.
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.
Jupiter and Mercury.
Hearts of Oak.
Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick. Vol. ii. p. 38. Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Is this the great poet whose works so content us ? This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books ? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks ? ?
Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like
Poll. Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmitk.
Who dares this pair of boots displace,
Bombastes Furioso, Ad i. Sc. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
A hungry lion give a grievous roar;
The grievous roar echoed along the shore.
Another lion give a grievous roar;
1 Our ships were British oak,
S. J. ARNOLD: Death of Nelson
3 See Tusser, page 20.
8 Let none but he these arms displace,
Who dares Orlando's fury face.
CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. Louis
MRS. GREVILLE. 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. A Prayer for Indiferenca
HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater,
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, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.?
Ibid. 1774. The whole (Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it.& ibid. 1778.
WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.
Ode to Simplicity.
Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.
Ode written in the year 1746.
By forms unseen their dirge is sung ;
2 A little nonsense now and then
ANONYMOUS. : It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch under standing. -- Sydney Smith: Lady Nollund's Memoir, vol. i. p. 15. + See Pope, page 320. 8 Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung;
By fairy forms their dirge is sung.