Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Line 386. Forced from their homes, a melancholy train. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find Line 423. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13. * Lord of human kind. — Dryden. The Spanish Friar, Act ii. Sc. 1. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Line 61. And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 62. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease. Line 99. While resignation gently slopes the way,- Line 100. The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Line 157. *C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. Pope. Horace, Book ii. Epistle 1. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, Line 161. And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. Line 164. Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Line 170. Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remained to pray. Line 179. And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 184. Line 192. Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Line 203. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; Line 211. The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door, The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day. Line 227. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, Line 253 And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329. O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree. Line 385. That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 414. RETALIATION. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Line 31. Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. A flattering painter who made it his care, Line 63. An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 94. Line 96. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back. Line 107. VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.* Chap. viii. The Hermit. And what is friendship but a name, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, Ibid. |