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Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Tristram Shandy. (Orig. ed.) Vol. ii. Ch. xii.

"Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my uncle Toby, "but nothing to this." Vol. Hi. Ch. xi.

Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!

Vol. iii. Ch. xii.

The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear

upon the word and blotted it out forever.1

Vol. vi. Ch. viii.

"They order," said I, " this matter better in France."

Sentimental Journey. Page 1.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'T is all barren. fa the Street. Calais.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.2 Maria.

"Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught."

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.

The sad vicissitude of things.3 Sermon xvi

1 But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, ii. Line 357. 3 Dieu mesure le froid ii la brebis tondue.

Henri Etienne (1594), Prentices, etc., p. 47. Compare Herbert, Jarula Prudenttim. Page 161. * Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

K. Gifford, Contemplation.

EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757.

Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessened yours?

The Farmer, the spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

The Spider and the Bee. Fable x. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound. ibid.

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

The Ilappy Marriaije..

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.1

The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2.

'T is now the summer of your youth: time has not

cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long

has washed them. Act iii. Sc. 4.


Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,

Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe,

But, turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference.

1 Compare Johnson. Page 318.

* The pretty Fanny Macartney. — Walpole's Memoirs.



Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,

Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found

The warmest welcome at an inn.1

Written on a Window of an Inn.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,

I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Part i.

I have found out a gift for my fair;

I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.

Part ii. Hope.
For seldom shall she hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson.

Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblems right meet of decency does yield.

The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6.

Pun-provoking thyme. Simwii.

A little bench of heedless bishops here,

And there a chancellor in embryo. Stanza 28.


Gentle shepherd, tell me where. Song.

1 There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. —Johnson, Boswell's Life, 1766.

Archbishop Leighton often said, that, if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn. — Works, Vol. i. p. 76.

THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771.

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!

Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayed,

A stranger yet to pain!
I feel the gales that from ye blow

A momentary bliss bestow.

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,

Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed,

The sunshine of the breast.

Alas! regardless of their doom,

The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day.

Ah, tell them they are men!

And moody madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.

To each his sufferings; all are men,

Condemned alike to groan, —
The tender for another's pain,

The unfeeling for his own.
Yet, ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,

Stanza 1.

Stanza 2.

Stanza 4.

Stanza 5.

Stanza 6.

Stanza 8. And happiness too swiftly flies?

Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; — where ignorance is bliss,

'T is folly to be wise.1

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10. Daughter of Jove, relentless power,

Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour

The bad affright, afflict the best ! Hymn to Adversity.

From Helicon's harmonious springs

A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

The Progress of Poesy. l. 1, Line 3. Glance their many-twinkling feet. 1.8, Line 11.

O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move

The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

Line 16. Her track, where'er the goddess roves,

Glory pursue, and generous shame,

The uneonquerahle mind, and freedom's holy flame.'

lI. 2, Line 10.

Open the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

in. 1, Line 12. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; hut, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. m. 2, Line 4.

Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,

Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe, and words that hurn.3

m. 3, Liae 2. 1 Compare Prior, To the Hon. Charles Montague. Page 241. He that increaseth knowledge inereaseth sorrow. — Geri, i. 18. a Uneonquerahle mind.— Wordsworth, To Toussaint L' Ouverture. 1 Compare Cowley, The Prophet. Page 174.

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