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There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay ;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there !

Ode written in the year 1746
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.

The Passions. Line 1.
Fillid with fury, rapt, inspired.

Line 10,
'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Line 28
In notes by distance made more sweet. ? Line 60
In hollow murmurs died away.

Line 68
O Music ! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid !
In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Death of Thomson.
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;
Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;

For thee the tear be duly shed,
Belov'd till life can charm no more,

And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.

Line 98

Dirge in Cymbelise

JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769.

The Chameleon.

Not what we wish, but what we want,
Oh, let thy grace supply ! ?
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark.

1 Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.

WORDSWORTH : Personal Talk, stanza 2. 3 Μή μοι γένοιθ' & βούλομαλλ' & συμφέρει (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right). – MENANDER : Fragment.



SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777.

He made him a hut, wherein he did put
The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
Robinson Crusoe !

The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.
Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.

The duthor. Aot ää

O poor

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Henceforth the majesty of God revere;
Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.”

Answer to a Gentlemun 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.

Epistle to Curio. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

The Virtuoso. Stanza 1. 1 See Congreve, page 294. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

BYRON : A 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.


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Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;

Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Ode to Independence
Thy fatal shafts unerring move,
I bow before thine altar, Love !

Roderick Random. Chap. sh.
Facts are stubborn things.

Translation of Gil Blas. Book z. Chap. 1.

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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.

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JOHN HOME. 1724-1808.

In the first days
Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.

Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.
I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides.

My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.

Act ü. Sc. 1.
A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.

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).

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Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;

She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around,"

Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. 8 Contemplation

ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.

Thus far we run before the wind.

The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1. Above the vulgar flight of common souls. Zenobia. Act v.

Picked up his crumbs.

The Upholsterer. Act i.

JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805.

... a hog

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 poreum You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, from Epicurus' herd). – Horace: Epistolæ, lib. i. iv. 15, 16.

All at her work the village maiden sings,

Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around. 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.

2 Thus altered by Johnson,

8 See Sterne, page 379.


Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

The Traveller. Line !
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Line 7,
And learn the luxury of doing good.

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,
His first, best country ever is at home.

Line 73
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

Line 91.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

Line 126
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.?

Line 137.
By sports like these are all their cares beguild;
The sports of children satisfy the child.

Line 153.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Line 185.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more. Line 217

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1 See Garth, page 295.

CRABBE: Tales of the Hall, book iii. GRAVES: The Epicure. 2 See Pope, page 329.

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