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; 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, I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.1 The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'Tis 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. MRS. GREVILLE.? Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, 1 Compare Johnson. Page 318. A Prayer for Indifference. 2 The pretty Fanny Macartney. - Walpole's Memoirs. WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763. Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Written on a Window of an Inn. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I have found out a gift for my fair; A Pastoral. Part i. I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. For seldom shall she hear a tale Part ii. Hope. Jemmy Dawson. Her сар, far whiter than the driven snow, Stanza 6. Stanza 11. Pun-provoking thyme. A little bench of heedless bishops here, Stanza 28. DR. SAMUEL HOWARD. --1782. Song. Gentle shepherd, tell me where. 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. Stanza 1. 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 They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Ah, tell them they are men! And moody madness laughing wild To each his sufferings; all are men, Condemned alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Stanza 2. Stanza 4. Stanza 5. Stanza 6. Ibid. Stanza 8. And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. - where ignorance is bliss, No more; 'Tis 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 The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3. Glance their many-twinkling feet. I. 3, Line 11. O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Line 16. The unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.2 Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. II. 2, Line 10. III. 1, Line 12. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, III. 2, Line 4. 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 increaseth sorrow.— - Eccl. i. 18. 2 Unconquerable mind.-Wordsworth, To Toussaint L'Ouverture. 8 Compare Cowley, The Prophet. Page 174. Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far, - but far above the Great. The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16. Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Line 14. To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, 3 I. 3, Line 12. II. 1, Line 1. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, 1 Compare Cowley, Davideis. Page 174. II. 2, Line 9. Line 11. Milton, Paradise Lost, Book i. Line 536. 2 Compare Shakespeare, Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 1. Page 85. Also Otway, Venice Preserved, Act v. Sc. 1. Page 237. 3 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1. Page 231. |