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Evangeline. Part i. 3.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Evangeline. Part ii. 5.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[616-1]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![616-2]
The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.[616-3]
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
The Ladder of Saint Augustine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.[616-4]
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'T is Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
A Fable. Moral.
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau
If birds confabulate or no.
Pairing Time Anticipated.
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry,β
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
Pairing Time Anticipated.
That though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.
History of John Gilpin.
A hat not much the worse for wear.
History of John Gilpin.
Now let us sing, Long live the king!
And Gilpin, Long live he!
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!
History of John Gilpin.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
To an Afflicted Protestant Lady.
United yet divided, twain at once:
So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.[417:1]
The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.
The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 181.
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 506.
Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 673.
God made the country, and man made the town.[417:2]
The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 749.
[418]
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,[418:1]
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 1.
Mountains interposed
Make enemies of nations who had else,
Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 17.
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free!
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.[418:2]
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 40.
Fast-anchor'd isle.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 151.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country![418:3]
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 206.
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 231.
[419]
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 235.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.[419:1]
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 285.
Transforms old print
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 363.
Reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 411.
Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 444.
Variety 's the very spice of life.[419:2]
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 606.
She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 642.
His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 702.
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 41.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust.
The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 161.
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.[419:3]
The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 188.
[420]
How various his employments whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!
The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 352.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 566.
I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free,
And give them voice and utterance once again.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate[420:1] wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 34.
Which not even critics criticise.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 51.
What is it but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 55.
And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world,βto see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86.
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 118.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year![420:2]
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 120.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 217.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 297.
It seems the part of wisdom.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 336.
All learned, and all drunk!
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 478.
[421]
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening, Line 510.
Those golden times
And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings,
And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 514.
The Frenchman's darling.[421:1]
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 765.
Some must be great. Great offices will have
Great talents. And God gives to every man
The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
That lifts him into life, and lets him fall
Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 788.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose,
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.[421:2]
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 144.
But war 's a game which were their subjects wise
Kings would not play at.
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 187.
The beggarly last doit.
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 316.
As dreadful as the Manichean god,
Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 444.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 733.
With filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, My Father made them all!
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 745.
Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor;
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.
The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 905.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased.
[422]With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet!
The Task. 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.
The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85.
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd 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 hoodwink'd.
The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 101.
I would not enter on my list of friends
(Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 560.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
Epistle to Joseph Hill.
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.[422:1]
Tirocinium. Line 79.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Walking with God.
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
Exhortation to Prayer.
[423]
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.
Light shining out of Darkness.
Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
The Needless Alarm. Moral.
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,[423:1]
His sense of your great merit,[423:2]
Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
On Friendship.
A worm is in the bud of youth,
And at the root of age.
Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality.
Toll for the brave!β
The brave that are no more!
All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore!
On the Loss of the Royal George.
There is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be supposed a crow.
The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)
[424]
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 saysβwhat says he?βCaw.
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.
He that holds fast the golden mean,[424:1]
And
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