There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, Ode written in the year. 1746 When Music, heavenly maid, was young, The Passions. Line 1. Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. Line 10. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Line 28. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; Belov'd till life can charm no more, Dirge in Cymbeline. JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769. Not what we wish, but what we want, Oft has it been my lot to mark 1 Sweetest melodies Hymn The Chameleon. Are those that are by distance made more sweet. WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk, stanza 2. * Μή μοι γένοιθ ̓ ἃ βούλομ ̓ ἀλλ ̓ ἃ συμφέρει (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right). - MENANDER: Fragment. He made him a hut, wherein he did put O poor Robinson Crusoe ! The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1. Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.1 The Author. Act i JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796. Henceforth the majesty of God revere; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.2 Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing. MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567. Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, 1 See Congreve, page 294. Epistle to Curio. The Virtuoso. Stanza r. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. - BYRON : Sketch. 2 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear). - RACINE: Athalie, act i. sc. 1 (1639-1699). From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear. W. SMYTH: Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. 392 SMOLLETT. — BLACKSTONE. HOME. TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love! Facts are stubborn things.1 Roderick Random. Chap. zl. Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1. SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780. The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength, the floating bulwark of our island. Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xiii. § 418. Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. Chap. xviii. § 472. JOHN HOME. 1724-1808. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. Ibid. I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides. My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills Act ii. Sc. 1. Act iv. Sc. 1. Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Act v. Sc. 1. 1 Facts are stubborn things.- ELLIOT: Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35 (1747). MASON.GIFFORD. — MURPHY.- ELLIOTT. 393 WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty.1 Heroic Epistle RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; Contemplation. The flowers of the forest are a' wide awae.* The Flowers of the Forest. 1 Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, .. Epicuri de grege porcum (You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, from Epicurus' herd). -HORACE: Epistolæ, lib. i. iv. 15, 16. 2 Thus altered by Johnson, — All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around. 8 See Sterne, page 379. a hog 4 This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part second, a later poem by Mrs. Cockburn. See Dyce's "Specimens of British Poetesses," D. 374. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, The Traveller. Line 2 Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, Line 7. Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. These little things are great to little man. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, Line 73. Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, Line 91. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Line 126. Line 137. By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Line 185. So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar Line 217. 1 See Garth, page 295. CRABBE: Tales of the Hall, book iii. GRAVES: The Epicure. 2 See Pope, page 329. |