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All at her work the village maiden sings,
Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around.
[393:3] See Sterne, page 379.
ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.Thus far we run before the wind.
The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.
Above the vulgar flight of common souls.
Zenobia. Act v.
Picked up his crumbs.
The Upholsterer. Act i.
JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805.The flowers of the forest are a' wide awae.[393:4]
The Flowers of the Forest.
[393:4] This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part second, a later poem by Mrs. Cockburn. See Dyce's "Specimens of British Poetesses," p. 374.
[394]
OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
The Traveller. Line 1.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
The Traveller. Line 7.
And learn the luxury of doing good.[394:1]
The Traveller. Line 22.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
The Traveller. Line 26.
These little things are great to little man.
The Traveller. Line 42.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
The Traveller. Line 50.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,—
His first, best country ever is at home.
The Traveller. Line 73.
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
The Traveller. Line 91.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
The Traveller. Line 126.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.[394:2]
The Traveller. Line 137.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
The Traveller. Line 153.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
The Traveller. Line 172.
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
The Traveller. Line 185.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.
The Traveller. Line 217.
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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.
The Traveller. Line 251.
They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem,
Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.[395:1]
The Traveller. Line 266.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
The Traveller. Line 282.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.[395:2]
The Traveller. Line 327.
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
The Traveller. Line 356.
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
The Traveller. Line 372.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
The Traveller. Line 386.
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.
The Traveller. Line 409.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.
The Traveller. Line 423.
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.[395:3]
The Traveller. Line 436.
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.
The Deserted Village. Line 13.
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The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
The Deserted Village. Line 29.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,—
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;[396:1]
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
The Deserted Village. Line 51.
His best companions, innocence and health;
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
The Deserted Village. Line 61.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
The Deserted Village. Line 99.
While Resignation gently slopes away,
And all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
The Deserted Village. Line 110.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
The Deserted Village. Line 121.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
The Deserted Village. Line 141.
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
The Deserted Village. Line 157.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.
The Deserted Village. Line 161.
And as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.
The Deserted Village. Line 167.
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Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.[397:1]
The Deserted Village. Line 179.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
The Deserted Village. Line 183.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
The Deserted Village. Line 189.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper circling round
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault;
The village all declar'd how much he knew,
'T was certain he could write and cipher too.
The Deserted Village. Line 199.
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
The Deserted Village. Line 209.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
The Deserted Village. Line 223.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,—
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.[397:2]
The Deserted Village. Line 227.
[398]
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.[398:1]
The Deserted Village. Line 232.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
The Deserted Village. Line 253.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
The Deserted Village. Line 263.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
The Deserted Village. Line 329.
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
The Deserted Village. Line 344.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
The Deserted Village. Line 384.
O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
The Deserted Village. Line 385.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
The Deserted Village. Line 413.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.[398:2]
The Haunch of Venison.
As aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.[398:3]
The Captivity. Act i.
To the last moment of his breath,
On hope the wretch relies;
And even the pang preceding death
Bids expectation rise.[398:4]
The Captivity. Act ii.
[399]
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;[399:1]
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
The Captivity. Act ii.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
Retaliation. Line 11.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
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 refining,
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.
Retaliation. Line 31.
His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
Retaliation. Line 46.
A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Retaliation. Line 63.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Retaliation. Line 93.
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
Retaliation. Line 96.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'T was only that when he was off he was acting.
Retaliation. Line 101.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
Retaliation. Line 107.
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Retaliation. Line 112.
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When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Retaliation. Line 145.
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.[400:1]
Postscript.
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word
From those who spoke her praise.
Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.[400:2]
The king himself has followed her
When she has walk'd before.
Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.
The dog, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.[400:3]
Elegy on
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