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LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768.
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. iii. 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 ehaneery 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 Beersheha, and ery, 'T is all barren. In the Street. Calais.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lumh.2 Maria.
"Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter dranght."
The Pauport. The Hotel at Paris.
The sad vicissitude of things.3 Sermon svi.
1 Bnt 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.
2 Dieu mesure le froid ii la hrehis tondue.
Henri Estieane (1594), Premices, ete., p. 47. Compare Herbert, Jaeula Prudentum. Page 161. * Revolves the sad vietsitudes of things.
R. Gifford, Contemplation.
EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757.
Can't I another's faee eommend,
The Farmer, the spaniel, and the Cat. Fahle ix.
The Spider and the Bee. fable x. But from the hoop's hewitehing round, Her very shoe has power to wound. 1hid.
Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
The Happy Mama ye.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avariee.1
The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2.
'T is now the summer of your youth: time has not
eropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long
has washed them. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Nor peaee 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 lndifference,
1 Compare Johnson. Page 318.
2 The pretty Faany Maeartuey. — Walpole's Memoirs.
324 SHENSTONE. —IIOWAKD.
WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.
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.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6.
Pun-provoking thyme. Simwii.
A little bench of heedless bishops here,
And there a chancellor in embryo. Stanza 28.
DR. SAMUEL HOWARD. 1782.
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!
A stranger yet to pain!
A momentary bliss bestow.
They hear a voice in every wind,
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;
Nor care beyond to-day.
Ah, tell them they are men!
And moody madness laughing wild
To each his sufferings; all are men,
Condemned alike to groan, —
The unfeeling for his own.
And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ;-where ignorance is bliss, ’T is folly to be wisc.1 On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10. Daughter of J ove, 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
Glance their many-twinkling feet. I. 3, Line 11.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
The unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.”
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o’er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.” III. 3, Line 2. 1 Compare Prior, To the Hon. Charles Montague. Page 241. He that increaseth knowledge increascth sorrow.- Eccl. i. 18. 2 Unconqucrublc mind.-Wordsworth, To Toassaint L'0uvert1|re. 3 Compare Cowley, The Prophet. Page 174.