And Mecca saddens at the long delay.

Summer. Line 979.

Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.

Line 1188.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.

Line 1285.

So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

Line 1346.

Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.

Line 1516.

Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.

Autumn. Line 2.

Loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.1
Line 204.

He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.

Line 229.

For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.

Line 233.

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year.

Winter. Line 1.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the

grave.

Line 393.

1 In naked beauty, more adorn'd,

More lovely, than Pandora.

Milton, Par. Lost, Book iv. Line 713.

There studious let me sit,

And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
Winter. Line 431.
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
Line 625
These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.

Hymn. Line 1.

Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.

From seeming evil still educing good.

Line 25.

Line 114.

Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.

A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,

Line 118.

Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
For ever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights, that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures, always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance, or unrest,
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6.
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.

Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.

Scoundrel maxim.

Canto i. Stanza 26.

Canto i. Stanza 30.

Canto i. Stanza 50.

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68.

A little round, fat, oily man of God.

Canto i. Stanza 69.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening
face;

You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave :
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
Canto ii. Stanza 3.

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;

And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
Song, For ever, Fortune.

Whoe'er amidst the sons

Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue,

Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble

Of Nature's own creating.

Coriolanus. Act. iii. Sc. 3.

Sophonisba. Act. iii. Sc. 2.

O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!1

1 The line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."

When Britain first, at Heaven's command

Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of her land,

And guardian angels sung the strain : Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves.

Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5.

1700-1758.

JOHN DYER.

Ever charming, ever new,

When will the landscape tire the view?

Grongar Hill. Line 5.

JOHN WESLEY.

1703-1791.

That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called A Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1792.

Certainly this is a duty, not a sin.

"Cleanli

Sermon xcii.

On Dress.

ness is indeed next to godliness."

ROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764.

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear, and bid adieu ;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
The Parting Kiss.

Bramston. Rhodes.

313

JAMES BRAMSTON.

1744.

But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense :
"I hear a lion in the lobby roar ;

Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
And keep him there, or shall we let him in
To try if we can turn him out again?"1

Art of Politics.

So Britain's monarch once uncover'd sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimm'd hat.
Man of Taste.

WILLIAM B. RHODES.

Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar;

The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar,

And the first lion thought the last a bore.

Bombastes Furioso.

1 "I hope," said Col. Titus, "we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out."— On the Exclusion Bill. January 7, 1681.