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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, a

Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.: Contemplation.

ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.

Thus far we run before the wind.

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

Picked up his crumbs.

The Upholsterer. Act i.

JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805.

The flowers of the forest are a wide away.*

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, a hog 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.

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,"

P. 374.


Line 22.

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

The Traveller. Line 1.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravellid 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.
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.

Line 153.

Line 172.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.


Line 217.

1 See Garth, page 295.

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

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

The Traveller. Line 251.
They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem,
Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem."

Line 266. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.”

Line 327. The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

Line 372. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

Line 386. Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. Line 423. Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.8 Line 436. Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain.

The Deserted Village. Line 1. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13.

1 The character of the French. 2 See Dryden, page 277.

8 When Davies asked for an explanation of "Luke's iron crown," Goldsmith referred him to a book called "Géographie Curieuse," and added that by “Damien's bed of steel ” he meant the rack. — GRANGER: Letters, (1805), p. 52.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

The Deserted Village. Line 29. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

Line 61. How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease!

Line 99. While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 110. The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean’d to Virtue's side. Line 161. And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg’d offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur’d to brighter worlds, and led the way. Line 167.

1 See Pope, page 329.

C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit (It is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a breath has produced). — De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass).

Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools who came to scoff, remain’d to pray.'

The Deserted Village. Line 179.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck’d his gown, to share the good man's smile.

Line 183. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Line 189. Well had the boding tremblers learn’d to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, ’T was certain he could write and cipher too. Line 199. In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around ; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. Line 209. Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.

Line 223. The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.” Line 227.

i See Dryden, page 269.

? A cap by night, a stocking all the day – GOLDSMITH: A Description of an Author's Bed-Chamber.

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