Key

"Hermes, his patron-god, those gifts bestow'd,Whose shrine with weanling lambs he wont to load."--Pope cor.

"In colleges and halls in ancient days,There dwelt a sage called Discipline."--Cowper.

"I, who at some times spend, at others spare,Divided between carelessness and care."--Pope cor.

"'Tis done; and since 'tis done, 'tis past recallAnd since 'tis past recall, must be forgotten."--Dryden cor.

"Let modest Foster, if he will, excelTen metropolitans in preaching well."--Pope cor.

"The plate, coin, revenues, and movables,Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd."--Shak. cor.

"Satire, by wholesome lessons, would reclaim,And heal their vices to secure their fame "--Brightland cor.

"Some drily plain, without invention's aid,Write dull receipts how poems may be made."--Pope cor.

------"You need my help, and you say,Shylock, we would have moneys."--Shak. cor.

"This beauty sweetness always must comprise,Which from the subject, well express'd, will rise."--Brightland cor.

"It happened on a summer's holyday,That to the greenwood shade he took his way."--Dryden.

"O'er barren mountains, o'er the flow'ry plain,Extends thy uncontrolled and boundless reign."--Dryden cor.

"To epithets allots emphatic state,While principals, ungrac'd, like lackeys wait."--T. O. Churchill's Gram., p. 326.

"All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen,The brier-rose fell in streamers green."--Sir W. Scott cor.

"Between superlatives and following names,Of, by grammatic right, a station claims."--Brightland cor.

"Such holy drops her tresses steeped,Though 'twas a hero's eye that weeped."--Sir W. Scott cor.

"Ah! what avails it me, the flocks to keep,Who lost my heart while I preserv'd the sheep:"--or, "my sheep."

"Who felt the wrong, or feared it, took alarm,Appealed to law, and Justice lent her arm."--Pope cor.

"Satire of sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a butterfly upon the wheel?"--Pope cor.

"Silence, my muse! make not these jewels cheap,Exposing to the world too large a heap."--Waller cor.

"Sometimes, in mutual sly disguise,Let ays seem noes, and noes seem ays."--Gay cor.

"He puts it on, and for decorum's sakeCan wear it e'en as gracefully as she."--Cowper cor.

"The serpent, subtlest beast of all the field."--Milton, P. L., B. ix, l. 86.

"Thee, Serpent, subtlest beast of all the field,I knew, but not with human voice indued."--Id., P. L., B. ix, l. 560.

"How much more grievous would our lives appear.To reach th' eight-hundredth, than the eightieth year!"--Denham cor.

"So, hand in hand, they passed, the loveliest pairThat ever yet in love's embraces met."--Milton cor.

"Aim at supremacy; without such height,Will be for thee no sitting, or not long."--Id. cor.

"Theirs, the wild chase of false felicities;His, the composed possession of the true."--Young, N. Th., N. viii, l. 1100.

"Fix'd[530] on the view the great discoverer stood;And thus address'd the messenger of good."--Barlow cor.

"The region echoes to the clash of arms."--Beattie cor.

"And sitst on high, and mak'st creation's topThy footstool; and beholdst below thee--all."--Pollok cor.

"And see if thou canst punish sin and letMankind go free. Thou failst--be not surprised."--Idem.

"Thou bow'dst thy glorious head to none, fear'dst none." Or:--"Thou bowed thy glorious head to none, feared none."--Pollok cor.

"Thou lookst upon thy boy as though thou guess'd it."--Knowles cor.

"As once thou slept, while she to life was formed."--Milton cor.

"Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,But may imagine how the bird was killed?"--Shak. cor.

"Which might have well become the best of men."--Idem cor.

"The sun has ris'n, and gone to bed.Just as if Partridge were not dead."--Swift cor.

"And, though no marriage words are spoken,They part not till the ring is broken."--Swift cor.

"And when their merchants are blown up, and cracked,Whole towns are cast away in storms, and wrecked."--Butler cor.

"For rhyme in Greece or Rome was never known,Till barb'rous hordes those states had overthrown."--Roscommon cor.

"In my own Thames may I be drowned,If e'er I stoop beneath the crowned." Or thus:--"In my own Thames may I be drown'd dead,If e'er I stoop beneath a crown'd head."--Swift cor.

"And children are more busy in their playThan those that wiseliest pass their time away."--Butler cor.

"No sooner does he peep into the world,Than he has done his do."--Hudibras cor.

"And the tear, that is wiped with a little address,May be followed perhaps by a smile."--Cowper, i, 216.

"O golden days! O bright unvalued hours!--What bliss, did ye but know that bliss, were yours!"--Barbauld cor.

"Ah me! what perils do environThe man that meddles with cold iron!"--Hudibras cor.

"On each enervate string they taught the noteTo pant, or tremble through a eunuch's throat."--Pope cor.

"A large amend by fortune's hand is made,And the lost Punic blood is well repay'd."--Rowe cor.

"Where Science, Law, and Liberty depend,And own the patron, patriot, and friend."--Savage cor.

"Dear Welsted, mark, in dirty hole,That painful animal, the mole."--Dunciad cor.

"Potential purports, having power or will;As, If you would improve, you should be still."--Tobitt cor.

"Scotland and thou did each in other live."--Dryden cor.

"We are alone; here's none but thou and I."--Shak. cor.

"I rather would, my heart might feel your love,Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy."--Shak. cor.

"Tell me, in sadness, who is she you love?"--Shak. cor.

"Better leave undone, than by our deeds acquireToo high a fame, when he we serve's away."--Shak. cor.

"Amidst the tumult of the routed train,The sons of false Antimachus were slain;Him who for bribes his faithless counsels sold,And voted Helen's stay for Paris' gold."--Pope cor.

"See the vile King his iron sceptre bear--His only praise attends the pious heir;Him in whose soul the virtues all conspire,The best good son, from the worst wicked sire."--Lowth cor.

"Then from thy lips poured forth a joyful songTo thy Redeemer!--yea, it poured alongIn most melodious energy of praise,To God, the Saviour, him of ancient days."--Arm Chair cor.

"And for his Maker's image' sake exempt."--Milton cor.

"By all the fame acquired in ten years' war."--Rowe cor.

"Nor glad vile poets with true critics' gore."--Pope cor.

"Man only of a softer mold is made,Not for his fellows' ruin, but their aid."--Dryden cor.

"And love and friendship's finely-pointed dartFalls blunted from each indurated heart." Or:--

"And love's and friendship's finely-pointed dartFall blunted from each indurated heart."--Goldsmith cor.

"This world I do renounce; and, in your sight,Shake patiently my great affliction off."--Shak. cor.

"If your relenting anger yield to treat,Pompey and thou, in safety, here may meet."--Rowe cor.

"Thee, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;Of thy caprice maternal I complain."--Burns cor.

"Nor weens he who it is, whose charms consumeHis longing soul, but loves he knows not whom"--Addison cor.

"Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide,Then lies he meekly down, fast by his brethren's side."--Milton cor.

"Jul. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee displease." Or:--"Neither, fair saint, if either thou dislike."--Shak. cor.

"Is then one chaste, one last embrace denied?Shall I not lay me by his clay-cold side?"--Rowe cor.

"And, when some rival bids a higher price,Will not be sluggish in the work, or nice."--Butler cor.

"And BY is likewise used with names that shewThe method or the means of what we do."--Ward cor.

"These are her garb, not she; they but expressHer form, her semblance, her appropriate dress."--More cor.

"This life has joys for you and me,And joys that riches ne'er could buy."--Burns cor.

"We have strict statutes, and most biting laws,Which for these nineteen years we have let sleep."--Shak. cor.

"They could not speak, and so I left them both,To bear these tidings to the bloody king."--Shak. cor.

"So many spots, like næves on Venus' soil,One gem set off with many a glitt'ring foil."--Dryden cor.

"For, off the end, a double handfulIt had devour'd, it was so manful."--Butler cor.

"I will not trouble thee, my child. Farewell;We'll no more meet; we'll no more see each other."--Shak. cor.

"Quoth he, 'This gambol thou advisest,Is, of all projects, the unwisest.'"--S. Butler cor.

"Naught else sublimes the spirit, sets it free,Like sacred and soul-moving poesy."--Sheffield cor.

"Or as a moat defensive to a houseAgainst the envy of less happy lands."--Shak. cor.

"A dreadful quiet felt, and worse by farThan arms, a sullen interval of war."--Dryden cor.

"O for such sleep again, that I might seeAn other such man, though but in a dream!"--Shak. cor.

"Conceit in weakest bodies strongliest works."--Shak. cor.

"Ellen and Margaret, fearfully,Sought comfort in each other's eye;

Then turned their ghastly look each one,That to her sire, this to her son."--Scott cor.

"Six youthful sons, as many blooming maids,In one sad day beheld the Stygian shades;Those by Apollo's silver bow were slain,These Cynthia's arrows stretch'd upon the plain."--Pope cor.

"Memory and forecast just returns engage,That pointing back to youth, this on to age."--Pope, on Man.

"Leave then thy joys, unsuiting to such age:"--Or,

"Leave then thy joys not suiting such an age,To a fresh comer, and resign the stage."--Dryden cor.

"You, sulphurous and thought-executed fires,Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world!"--Lear, Act iii, Sc. 2.

"There high on Sipylus's shaggy brow,She stands, her own sad monument of wo."--Pope cor.

"Thy verses, friend, are Kidderminster stuff;And I must own, thou'st measured out enough."--Shenst. cor.

"This day, dear Bee, is thy nativity;Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it thee."--Swift cor.

"That Cæsar's horse, which, as fame goes,Had corns upon his feet and toes,Was not by half so tender-hoof'd,Nor trod upon the ground so soft."--Butler cor.

"Love gives to all our powers a double power,Above their functions and their offices." Or:--"Love gives to every power a double power,Exalts all functions and all offices."--Shak. cor.

"With the azure and vermilionWhich are mix'd for my pavilion."--Byron cor.

"Not the Mogul, or Czar of Muscovy,Not Prester John, or Cham of Tartary,Is in his mansion monarch more than I."--King cor.

"How pale each worshipful and reverend guestRises from clerical or city feast!"--Pope cor.

"On me to cast those eyes where shines nobility."--Sidney cor.

"Here are half-pence in plenty, for one you'll have twenty."--Swift cor.

"Ah, Jockey, ill advisest thou. I wis,To think of songs at such a time as this."--Churchill cor.

"How beauty is excell'd by manly graceAnd wisdom, which alone are truly fair."--Milton cor.

"What art thou, speak, that on designs unknown,While others sleep, thus roamst the camp alone?"--Pope cor.

"And now, at length, the fated term of yearsThe world's desire hath brought, and lo! the God appears."--Lowth cor.

"Variety of numbers still belongsTo the soft melody of odes, or songs."--Brightland cor.

"Ui three other sounds at least expresses,As who hears GUILE, REBUILD, and BRUISE, confesses."--Brightland cor.

"Each in his turn, like Banquo's monarchs, stalks." Or:--"All in their turn, like Banquo's monarchs, stalk."--Byron cor.

"And tell what each doth by the other lose."--Shak. cor.

"Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,Were all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep."--Milt. cor.

"Severe the doom that days prolonged impose,To stand sad witness of unnumbered woes!"--Melmoth cor.

"'Twas thou, who, while thou seem'd to chide,To give me all thy pittance tried."--Mitford cor.

"Thou, the mean while, wast blending with my thought; Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy."--Coleridge cor.

"Will martial flames forever fire thy mind,And wilt thou never be to Heaven resign'd?"--Pope cor.

"What is't to thee, if he neglect thy urn,Or without spices let thy body burn?"--Dryden cor.

"The dewdrop glistens on thy leaf,As if thou shed for me a tear;As if thou knew my tale of grief,Felt all my sufferings severe."--Letham cor.

"'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skillAppears in writing, or in judging, ill."--Pope cor.

"And bridle in thy headlong wave,Till thou our summons answer'd hast." Or:--"And bridle in thy headlong wave,Till thou hast granted what we crave."--Milt. cor.

"While still the busy world are treading o'erThe paths they trod five thousand years before."--Young cor.

"Woods and groves are of thy dressing,Hill and dale proclaim thy blessing." Or thus:--"Hill and valley boast thy blessing."--Milton cor.

"High rides the sun, thick rolls the dust,And feebler speed the blow and thrust."--Scott cor.

"Bitter constraint of sad occasion dearCompels me to disturb your season due."--Milton cor.

"Debauch'ry, or excess, though with less noise,As great a portion of mankind destroys."--Waller cor.

"His belly, not his brains, this impulse gives:He'll grow immortal; for he cannot live." Or thus:--"His bowels, not his brains, this impulse give:He'll grow immortal; for he cannot live."--Young cor.

"Nought, save the gurglings of the rill, was heard."--G. B.

"All songsters, save the hooting owl, were mute."--G. B.

"No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with pride,No cavern'd hermit rests self-satisfied."--Pope.

"The spacious firmament on high,The blue ethereal vault of sky,And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,Their great Original proclaim."--Addison cor.

"Pylades' soul, and mad Orestes', wereIn these, if right the Greek philosopher." Or thus:--"Pylades' and Orestes' soul did passTo these, if we believe Pythagoras." Or, without ellipsis:--"Pylades and Orestes' souls did passTo these, if we believe Pythagoras."--Cowley corrected.

"Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,Is lost on hearers that our merits know."--Pope cor.

"Nor war nor wisdom yields our Jews delight,They will not study, and they dare not fight."--Crabbe cor.

"Nor time nor chance breeds such confusions yet,Nor are the mean so rais'd, nor sunk the great."--Rowe cor.

"Yes! thy proud lords, unpitied land, shall see,That man has yet a soul, and dares be free."--Campbell cor.

"Cheap vulgar arts, whose narrowness affordsNo flight for thoughts,--they poorly stick at words."--Denham cor.

"But where is he, the pilgrim of my song?--Methinks he lingers late and tarries long."--Byron cor.

"How she was lost, ta'en captive, made a slave;And how against him set that should her save."--Bunyan cor.

"I would much rather be myself the slave,And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him."--Cowper cor.

"Bent is his bow, the Grecian hearts to wound;Fierce as he moves, his silver shafts resound."--Pope cor.

"That he permitted not the winds of heavenTo visit her too roughly." [Omit "face," to keep the measure: or say,]"That he did never let the winds of heavenVisit her face too roughly."--Shak. cor.

"Scripture, you know, exhorts us to it;It bids us 'seek peace, and ensue it.'"--Swift cor.

"Who bade the mud from Dives' wheelBedash the rags of Lazarus?Come, brother, in that dust we'll kneel,Confessing heaven that ruled it thus."--Christmas Book cor.

"In making this a crime, we overthrowThe laws of nations and of nature too."--Dryden cor.

"Thick fingers always should commandWithout extension of the hand."--King cor.

"That he was idle, and dishonest too,Was that which caused his utter overthrow."--Tobitt cor.

"Meantime, on Afric's glowing sands,Smit with keen heat, the traveller stands."--Ode cor.

"Can hearts not free, be tried whether they serveWilling or not, who will but what they must?"--Milton cor.

"Bates. 'He hath not told his thought to the king?'K. Henry. 'No; and it is not meet he should.'"Or thus: "'No; nor is it meet he should.'"--Shak. cor.

"Where, playing with him at bo-peep,He solved all problems, e'erso deep."--S. Butler cor.

"We've both the field and honour won;Our foes are profligate, and run."--S. Butler cor.

"As if religion were intendedFor nothing else than to be mended."--S. Butler cor.

"Time was, like thee, they life possess'd,And time shall be, when thou shalt rest."--Parnell cor.

"Such silly girls as love to chat and play,Deserve no care; their time is thrown away."--Tobitt cor.

"Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,That to be hated she but needs be seen."--Pope cor.

"Justice must punish the rebellious deed;Yet punish so that pity shall exceed."--Dryden cor.

"Books should to one of these four ends conduce,To wisdom, piety, delight, or use."--Denham cor.

"Whether you had not some time in your lifeErr'd in this point on which you censure him."--Shak. cor.

"When all nature's hush'd asleep.Nor love, nor guilt, doth vigils keep."

"Liberal, not lavish, is kind Nature's hand."--Beattie.

"They fall successive, and successive rise."--Pope.

"For it seems to guard and cherishE'en the wayward dreamer--me."--Anon. cor.

"Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write,Or with a rival's, or a eunuch's spite."--Pope cor.

"For none in all the world, without a lie,Can say of this, ''Tis mine,' but Bunyan, I."--Bunyan cor.

"To reason how can we be said to rise?So hard the task for mortals to be wise!"--Sheffield cor.

"And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost preferBefore all temples th' upright heart and pure,Instruct me, for Thou knowst."--Milton, P. L., B. i, l. 17.

"I know a bank wheron doth wild thyme blow,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grow."--Shak. cor.

"Gives us the secrets of his pagan hell,Where restless ghosts in sad communion dwell."--Crabbe cor.

"Alas! nor faith nor valour now remains;Sighs are but wind, and I must bear my chains."--Walpole cor.

"He forms his schemes the flood of vice to stem,But faith in Jesus has no part in them."--J Taylor cor.

"England never did, nor ever shall,Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror."—Shak. cor.

"No kind of work requires a nicer touch,And, this well finish'd, none else shines so much."--Sheffield cor.

"This kind of knaves I know, who in this plainnessHarbour more craft, and hide corrupter ends,Than twenty silly ducking observants."--Shak. cor.

"Hail, holy Love! thou bliss that sumst all bliss!Giv'st and receiv'st all bliss; fullest when mostThou giv'st; spring-head of all felicity!"--Pollok cor.

(34.) "The scene might tempt some peaceful sageTo rear a lonely hermitage."--Gent. of Aberdeen cor.(35.) "Not all the storms that shake the pole,Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul,And smooth unalter'd brow."--Barbauld's Poems, p. 42.

"Do we for this the gods and conscience brave,That one may rule and all the rest enslave?"--Rowe cor.