But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart. Rogers's Italy. BED. Oh, thou gentle scene Of sweet repose, where, by th' oblivious draught Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda.. BIRDS. But like the birds, great nature's happy commoners, That haunt in woods, in meads, and flow'ry gardens, Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits, Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave. Rowe's Fair Penitent, a. 2, s. 3. Up springs the lark, Shrill voic'd, and loud, the messenger of morn; Thomson's Seasons-Spring. Every copse Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush Ibid. All abandon'd to despair, she sings Of winding woe; till, wide around, the woods Thomson's Seasons-Spring. 'Tis love creates their melody, and all Can dictate, and in courtship to their mates Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one Ibid. But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime Loud sung And wish'd for wings and liberty like his. BIRTH-DAY. Southey's Thalaba. Alas! this day First gave me birth, and (which is strange to tell) Young's Busiris, a. 1. BLINDNESS. Oh happiness of blindness! Now no beauty Denham's Sophy. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, O first created beam, and thou great Word, Milton's Samson Agonistes. BLUSHES. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Rowe's Tamerlane. Confound me not with shame, nor call up all Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, Brooke's Gustavus Vasa. BOASTING. So spake the apostate angel, though in pain, Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1. We rise in glory, as we sink in pride: Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 8. C. CALM. Pure was the temp'rate air, an even calm Thomson's Seasons-Spring. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath Ibid. CANDOUR-CATHOLICISM-CAUTION-CHARITY. 33. CANDOUR. The brave do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers; Freely without disguise they love or hate : Still are they found in the fair face of day, And heav'n and men are judges of their actions. Rowe's Fair Penitent. 'Tis great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise ; Young's Night Thoughts, n. 8. CATHOLICISM. To hate whoe'er dissent from what they teach, An act well-pleasing to the Lord of Mercy. These are thy gods, oh Rome! and this thy faith. Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 1, s. 1. 'Tis wrong to trust Those, whom their very priests instruct to keep No faith with us. Havard's Scanderbeg. CAUTION. Man's caution often into danger turns, And his guard falling, crushes him to death. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 1. CHARITY. The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe. Dryden's Don Sebastian. |