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When change itself can give no more, 'T is easy to be true.
CHARLES SEDLEY (1639-1701): Reasons for Constancy. The real Simon Pure.
SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE (1667-1723): A bold Stroke for a Wife. When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
GEORGE SEWELL (--1726): The Suicide. Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
AMBROSE PHILLIPS (1671-1749): From Holland to a friend in England. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue !), A horrid chasm disclosed.
John PHILIPS (1676–1708): The Splendid Shilling. Line 121. For twelve honest men have decided the cause, Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws.
William PULTENEY (1682-1764): The Ilonest Jury. Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony days been; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
ALLAN RAMSAY (1686–1758): Lochaber no More. Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I.
WILLIAM OLDYS (1696-1761): On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale. Thus Raleigh, thus immortal Sidney shone (Illustrious names !) in great Eliza's days.
Thomas EDWARDS (1699-1757): Canons of Criticism.
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.
ROBERT DODSLEY (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
CHARLES WESLEY (1708–1788): Christian Fidelity.
Of right and wrong he taught
John ARMSTRONG (1709-1779): The Art of Preserving
Health. Buok iv. Line 301. Gentle shepherd, tell me where.
SAMUEL HOWARD (1710-1782): Song. Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your
tongue! Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes ? Remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is
strong. KANE O'HARA (--1782): Vidas. Act i. Sc. 4. Where passion leads or prudence points the way.
Robert Lowth (1710-1787): Choice of Hercules, i. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie.
DYER (published in the early part of the reign of George I.). Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost !
RICHARD GRAVES (1715-1804): The Festoon (1767). Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
List, ye landsmen all, to me; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea.
GEORGE A. STEVENS (1720-1784): The Storm. That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives; Whom none can love, whom none can thank, – Creation's blot, creation's blank.
Thomas GIBBONS (1720-1785): When Jesus duelt.
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
RICHARD HURD (1720-1808): Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287. There is such a choice of difficulties that I am myself at a loss how to determine.
JAMES WOLFE (1726–1759): Despatch to Pitt, Sept. 2, 1759. Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.
ANNE CRAWFORD (1734–1801): Kathleen Mavourneen. Who can refute a sneer?
WILLIAM PALEY (1743–1805): Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii.
Book v. Chap. 9.
Rowland Hill (1744-1833).
THOMAS HOLCROFT (1745–1809) : Gaffer Grey. Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.
CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY (1746–1825), — when Ambas
sador to the French Republic, 1796. And ye sall walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
SUSANNA BLAMIRE (1747-1794): The Siller Croun. A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good, and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together.
John O'KEEFE (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurei. Act ii. Sc. 1, The moon had climb’d the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree.
John LOWE (1750-—): Mary's Dream.
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
of the world and child of the skies ! Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Timothy DWIGHT (1752-1817): Columbia, Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above; Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love.
ROBERT HAWKER (1753–1827): Benediction.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
how she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes of Balloch ?
ANNE GRANT (1755-1838): Roy's Wife. Bounding billows, cease your motion, Bear me not so swiftly o'er.
MARY ROBINSON (1758–1799): Bounding Billows. While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled; And may
this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.
HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827): Trust in Providence.
The glory dies not, and the grief is past.
SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES (1762-1837): Sonnet on the
Death of Sir Walter Scott.
Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat,
Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.
JOANNA BAILLIE (1762-1857): Oh swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat. 'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; On the confines of earth it was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
CATHERINE M. FANSHAWE (1764-1834): Enigma. The letter H.
Oh, it's a snug little island !
Thomas DIBDIN (1771-1841): The snug little Island.
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
Robert Treat PAINE (1772-1811): Adams and Liberty. They [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to respect.
Roger B. TANEY (1777-1864): The Dred Scott Case (Howard,
Rep. 19, p. 407).
To make a mountain of a mole-hill.
HENRY Ellis (1777–1869): Original Letters. Second
Series, p. 312.
March to the battle-field,
The foe is now before us;
B. E. O'MEARA (1778-1836): March to the Battle-Field.
Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong
STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): Toast given at Norfolk,
JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845): Motto of the “ Salem Register.”
(Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)
Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.
Robert EMMET (1780-1803): Speech on his Trial and Conviction
for High Treason, September, 1803.
Imitation is the sincerest flattery.
C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): The Lacon.