So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. The Traveller. Line 217. 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. Line 251. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, Line 327. The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find Line 423. 1 Lord of humankind. - Dryden, The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. 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. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health 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,- Line 110. 1 C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). Compare Pope, Sat. and Ep. of Horace, Book ii. Ep. 1. Line 299. The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. A man he was to all the country dear, Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were won. Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, Line 161. And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side. Line 164. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries Line 167. Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. Line 179. And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 184. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, 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 Deserted Village. Line 199. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, Line 227. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329. In all the silent manliness of grief. The Deserted Village. Line 384. O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree. Line 385. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 413. Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Retaliation. Line 24 Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind : Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re fining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. Line 31. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Line 46. A flattering painter, who made it his care are. Line 63. An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Line 94. |