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Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
Defacing first, then claiming for his own.

The Apology. Line 232.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains. Night. Line 271.
Apt alliteration's artful aid.

The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86. There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.

Line 327. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645. Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

The Author. Line 233. Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.?

The Farewell. Line 27. Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.?

Line 38.

WILLIAM COWPER. 1731–1800.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Table Talk. Line 28. As if the world and they were hand and glove. Line 173.

Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose. Line 246.

i Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, - disguise them to make 'em pass for their own. - SHERIDAN: The Critic, act i. sc. i.

2 England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country !

Cow PER: The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206. 3 Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam. - BYRON: The Corsair, canto i. stanza 1.

Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

Table Talk. Line 260.
Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

Line 542. Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'a, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

Line 556. Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

Line 588. Low ambition and the thirst of praise.

Line 591. Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

Line 654. Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads. Line 690. Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

The Progress of Error. Line 97. How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home! Line 415. Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

Truth. Line 327. The sounding jargon of the schools.?

Line 367. When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill’d his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, "T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

Charity. Line 435. A fool must now and then be right by chance.

Conversation. Line 96.

1 See Pope, page 314.
2 See Prior, page 287.

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

Conversation. Line 121.
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can.

Line 193. Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Line 251.

Line 283.

I cannot talk with civet in the

A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume.
The solemn fop; significant and budge;
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.1

Line 299.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.?

Line 303.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.s Line 357.
That good diffused may more abundant grow. Line 443.
A business with an income at its heels
Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.

Retirement. Line 614.
Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress’d.

Line 623. An idler is a watch that wants both hands, As useless if it goes as if it stands.

Line 681. Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn.

Line 688.

1 See Pope, page 331.
2 See Pope, page 336.
3 See Butler, page 213.

The story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about fifteen hundred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others.

Philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space,
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark.

Retirement. Line 691.
I praise the Frenchman,' his remark was shrewd,
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude !
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

Line 739.
A kick that scarce would move a horse
May kill a sound divine.

The Yearly Distress.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.

Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.
O Solitude! where are the charms
sages have seen in thy face?

But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard ;
Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd.

How fleet is a glance of the mind !

Compared with the speed of its flight
The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light. Ibid.
There goes the parson, O illustrious spark !
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

On observing some Names of Little Note.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

Human Frailty.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

The Rose.

1 La Bruyère.

'T is Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours. A Fable. Moral.
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau
If birds confabulate or no.

Pairing Time Anticipated.
Misses ! the tale that I relate

This lesson seems to carry,
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.

That though on pleasure she was bent,

She had a frugal mind. History of John Gilpin. A hat not much the worse for wear.

Now let us sing, Long live the king !

And Gilpin, Long live he!
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. United yet divided, twain at once : So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.1

The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

Line 181. The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. Line 506.

Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade.

Line 673. God made the country, and man made the town.”

Line 749.

1 BUCKINGHAM : The Rehearsal (the two Kings of Brentford). 2 See Bacon, page 167.

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