Silently as a dream the fabric rose,

No sound of hammer or of saw was there.1

The Task. Book v. Winter Morning Walk. Line 144.

But war's a game which, were their subjects wise,

Kings would not play at.

The beggarly last doit.

As dreadful as the Manichean god,

Line 187.

Line 316.

Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. Line 444.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. Line 733.

With filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, My Father made them all!

Line 745.

Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor;
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet!

Line 905.

Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1. Here the heart

May give a useful lesson to the head,

And Learning wiser grow without his books.

1 No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.

Line 85.

Heber, Palestine.

So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron, heard in the house, while it was in building. -1 Kings vi. 7.

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96.

Some to the fascination of a name

Surrender judgment hoodwinked.

I would not enter on my list of friends

Line 101.

(Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.

Line 560.

Epistle to Joseph Hill.

Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.1

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!

How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

And Satan trembles when he sees

Tirocinium. Line 79.

Walking with God.

The weakest saint upon his knees. Exhortation to Prayer.

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea

And rides upon the storm. Light Shining out of Darkness.

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a shining face.

Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,

Live till to-morrow, will have passed away.

Ibid.

The Needless Alarm. Moral.

1 Compare Habakkuk ii. 2. Page 606.

O that those lips had language! Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.

The son of parents passed into the skies.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,1
His sense of your great merit,2

Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed

To pardon or to bear it.

A worm is in the bud of youth,

And at the root of age.

Toll for the brave!

Ibid.

On Friendship.

Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality.

The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave,

Fast by their native shore!

On the Loss of the Royal George.

He sees that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,

Its customs and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,

And says what says he?- Caw.

The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)

For 't is a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.

The Retired Cat.

1 And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Young, Universal Passion.

2 Var. How he esteems your merit.

He that holds fast the golden mean,

And lives contentedly between

The little and the great,

Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,

Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.

Translation of Horace. Book ii. Ode x.

But strive still to be a man before your mother.1

Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii.

JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?

The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 1.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms.

Old
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,

age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

Stanza 11.

Stanza 25

Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

Book ii. Stanza 17.

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.

The Hermit.

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

1 Compare Beaumont and Fletcher, Love's Cure. Page 153.

Ibid.

But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?

367

The Hermit.

By the glare of false science betrayed, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

Ibid.

Ibid.

W. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788.

The dews of summer nights did fall,
The moon, sweet regent of the sky,1
Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall

And many an oak that grew thereby.

For there 's nae luck about the house,
There 's nae luck at a';

There's little pleasure in the house

When our gudeman 's awa'.

His very foot has music in 't

Cumnor Hall.

The Mariner's Wife.2

As he comes up the stairs.

Ibid.

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.

1 Now Cynthia named, fair regent of the night.

Gay (1688-1732), Trivia, Book iii.

And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.

Darwin, The Botanic Garden, Part i. Canto ii. Line 90.

2 The Mariner's Wife is now given "by common consent," says

Sarah Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765).