530 RUMOUR-RURAL LIFE, RETREAT, SCENERY, ETC. RUMOUR-see News. Rumour's a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, Sh. Hen. IV. Introduction II. Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Sh. Oth. 111. 1. The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Pope, Temple of Fame, 465. RURAL LIFE, RETREAT, SCENERY, &c.- -see Country Life, Evening, Home, Retirement. Happy the man, whom bounteous gods allow Cowley, Hor. Ode 11. 5. She went to plain work, and to purling brooks, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon; Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire; Up to her godly garret after seven, There starve and pray, for that's the way to heaven. Of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Pope, Epistle 5. Drinks the pure pleasures of a rural life. Thomson, Aut. 1233. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When ev'ry rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Goldsmith, Des. Vil. RURAL LIFE, RETREAT, ETC.-RUS IN URBE. RURAL LIFE, RETREAT, SCENERY, &c.-continued. The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirts of some far-spreading wood The dash of ocean on his winding shore, 531 And lull the spirit while they fill the mind. Cowper, Task, 1. 181. Whom the smooth stream and smoother sonnet please; RUS IN URBE. Crabbe, Village, 1. 173. Leigh Hunt, Politics and Poetice. He that deems his leisure well bestow'd Cowper, Retirement, 505. Suburban villas, highway-side retreats, That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets, Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze With all a July sun's collected rays, Delight the citizen, who gasping there Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air. O sweet retirement, who would baulk the thought That could afford retirement, or could not? 'Tis such an easy walk, so smooth and straight,The second milestone fronts the garden gate; A step if fair, and if a shower approach You find safe shelter in the next stage-coach, There prison'd in a parlour snug and small, Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall, The man of business and his friends compress'd, Forget their labours, and yet find no rest; But still 'tis rural,-trees are to be seen From every window, and the fields are green. Cowper, Retirement, 481. 532 SABBATARIANS. SABBATARIANS-SABBATH. What! shut the garden! lock the latticed gate: Thos. Hood, (an open Question.) SABBATH. Thos. Hood, Ib. Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day: To eat his joyless bread, lonely-the ground Both seat and board-screen'd from the winter's cold But on this day, embosom'd in his home, He shares the frugal meal with those he loves. Grahame, Sab.40. The seventh day this; the jubilee of man: London! right well thou know'st the day of prayer: Then the spruce citizen, wash'd artisan, And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air: The coach of hackney, whiskey, one-horse chair, Byron, Ch. H. 1. 69. The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, The Sabbath bell, That over wood, and wild, and mountain-dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy Charles Lamb. With sounds, most musical, most melancholy. Rogers, H. Life. SABBATH SAILING, SAILORS. 533 SABBATH-continued. Yet every day in seven, at least, poor, Six days may rank divide the Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale, The whirring wheel, the rushing sail, Six days stern labour shuts the poor I am glad when the sabbath steals quietly in, Bulwer Lytton. Bulwer Lytton. Of all days the chief lustre, the "pearl of the seven;" A season when man seems to pause in his sin, A time, rightly used, giving glimpses of heaven. J. C. Prince. SACRAMENT-see Transubstantiation. SAILING, SAILORS-see Ocean, Sea, Shipwreck. Sh. Ham. 1. 3. What though the sea be calm ? trust to the shore, He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea 531 SAILING, SAILORS-SAINT PETER. SAILING, SAILORS——continued. How can I bear to think on all A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And fills the white and rustling sail, L. E. Landon. Allan Cunningham, Song. O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold H. F. Gould (Am.) There's one whose fearless courage yet has never failed in fight; Who guards with zeal our country's weal, our freedom, and our right; But though his strong and ready arm spreads havoc in its blow; Cry "Quarter!" and that arm will be the first to spare its foe. He recks not though proud glory's shout may be the knell of death; The triumph won, without a sigh he yields his parting breath. He's Britain's boast, and claims a toast! In peace, my boys, or war, Here's to the brave upon the wave, the gallant English Tar." Eliza Cook, English Tar. I love the sailor;-his eventful life His generous spirit-his contempt of danger His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife ;- God grant he make that port, when life is o'er, Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more! Colton. A sailor should be every inch All as one as a part of his ship. Dibdin, quoted to H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh by the SAINT PETER. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: Byron, Vision of Judgment, 1. |