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Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a Roman -I'm sick to death-O, when shall I get loose From this vain world, th' abode of guilt and
And yet, methinks, a beam of light breaks in
I've been too hasty. O ye pow'rs, that search
Luc. There fled the greatest soul that ever warm'd
A Roman breast; O Cato! O my friend!
Cato, though dead, shall still protect his friends.
§ 49. The killing of a Boar. FORTH from the thicket rush'd another boar,
So large, he seem'd the tyrant of the woods, With all his dreadful bristles rais'd up high; They seem'd a grove of spears upon his back: Foaming he came at me, where I was posted, Whetting his huge long tusks, and gaping wide, As he already had me for his prey; Till, brandishing my well-pois'd javelin high, With this bold executing arm I struck The ugly brindled monster to the heart.
550. Description of a populous City. YOUNG. THIS ancient city, [smiles!
How wanton sits she amidst nature's Nor from her highest turret has to view But golden landscapes and luxuriant scenes, A waste of wealth, the store-house of the world; Here fruitful vales far stretching fly the sight; There sails unnumber'd whiten all the stream,
$ 53. The first Feats of a young Eagle. Rows.
Wreathing his spiry tail.
To bind their rage, and stay their headlong § 59. A Friend to Freedom can never beaTraite.
§ 55. Filial Piely.
E'ER since reflection beam'd her light upon me
But first and ever nearest to my heart
§ 56. The same. HAVE I then no tears for thee, my father? Can I forget thy cares, from helpless years Thy tenderness for me? an eye still beam'd With love? A brow that never knew a frown?
Nor a harsh word thy tongue! Shall I for these
With shame, disquiet, anguish, and dishonour?
E who contends for freedom,
Fit No! 'Tis the wretch who tempts him to subvert The soothing slave, the traitor in the bosom, Who best deserves that name; he is a wom That eats out all the happiness of kingdom.
§ 60. Description of a Hag. OTWAY. IN a close lane, as I pursu'd my journey, I spied a wither'd hag, with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself; Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red,
Cold palsy shook her head, her hand seem'd wither'd,
And on her crooked shoulders had she wrapp'd The tatter'd remnants of an old strip'd hanging, Which serv'd to keep her carcase from the cold: So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch' With different colour'd rags, black, red, white, yellow,
And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness,
Guilt is the source of sorrow; 'tis the fiend, Th'avenging fiend, that follows us behind With whips and stings: the blest know none d this,
But rest in everlasting peace of mind, [nes And find the height of all their heaven is good
§ 62. Honour superior to Justice. HONOUR, my lord, is much too proud
At every slender twig of nice distinctions.
§63. In what Manner Princes ought to be tang! MALL
ET truth and virtue be their earliest teacher
Keep from their eye the harlot form of vice,
From no one injury of human lot
y the same cold, torm by the same disease, [gar. And show'rs profusely pow'r and splendour on hat scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beg
$64. True End of Royalty.
hat if not to perform my regal task;
§ 68. The true End of Life. THOMSON.
3. Character of a good King. THOMSON.
The greatest blessing Heaven bestows
§ 69. The same.
§ 70. A Lion overcome by a Man. Lɛɛ. THE prince in a lone court was plac'd,
Unarm'd, all but his hands, on which he
The prince walk'd forward: the large beast de
seldom found amidst these wilds of time,
His prey; and with a roar that inade us pale, ov'd his people, deem'd them all his children; Flew fiercely on him: but Lysimachus, good exalted, and depress'd the bad: [ed Starting aside, avoided his first stroke purn'd the flattering crew, with scorn reject-With a slight hurt, and, as the lion turn'd, irsmooth advice, that only means themselves, Thrust gautlet, arni and all, into his throat: ir schemes to aggrandize him into baseness, Then with Herculean force tore forth by the I knowing that a people in their rights industry protected; living safe eath the sacred shelter of the laws; ourag'd in their genius, arts and labours; I happy each as he himself deserves, ne'er ungrateful. With unsparing hand y will for him provide: their filial love I confidence are his unfailing treasury,
every honest man his faithful guard.
67. The Guilt of bad Kings. MALLET. THEN those whom Heaven distinguishes o'er
The foaming, bloody tongue; and while the sa
vage, Faint with the loss, sunk to the blushing earth, To plow it with his teeth, your conqu'ring soldier [pieces. Leap'd on his back, and dash'd his skull to
$ 71. Character of an excellent Man. Rowe.
$77. The same. RowE.
when the spring renews the flow'ry field, And warns the pregnant nightingale w build;
Where she may trust her little tuneful brood.
$73. The happy Effects of Misfortune. misfortune comes, she brings along She safest The bravest virtues, so many great Illustrious spirits have convers'd with woe, Have in her school been taught, as are enough To consecrate distress, and make ambition E'en wish the frown beyond the smile of for
́§74. A Description of the Morning. OTWAY. WISH'D morning's come; and now upon the
And distant mountains, where they feed their flocks,
The happy shepherds leave their homely huts,
The lusty swain comes with his well-fill'd scrip
The beasts, that under the warm hedges slept,
Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good
The cheerful birds too on the tops of trees
§ 75. Another. LEE.
FROM amber shrouds I see the morning rise;
And now the city emmets leave their hive,
Where no rude swains her shady cell may kner,
Fond of the chosen place, she views it o'er,
en be this truth the star by which we steer: bove ourselves our country shall be dear.
§ 80. The same. W. WHITEHEAD. EARN hence, ye Romans! on how sure a base
And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,
he patriot builds his happiness; no stroke,
Restrain'd by kind humanity At once
Hope, jealousy, disdain, submission, grief;
To these as different sentiments succeeded,
"Has put thy beauteous mistress in my pow'r; With whom I could in the most sacred ties "Live out a happy life: but know that Ro
$81. In what Philosophy really consists. THOMSON. -PHILOSOPHY consists not
In airy schemes or idle speculations. e rule and conduct of all social life er great province. Not in lonely cells. scure she lurks, but holds her heavenly light senates and to kings, to guide their councils, d teach them to reform and bless mankind. policy but hers is false and rotten; valour not conducted by her precepts a destroying fury sent from hell, plague unhappy man, and ruin nations.
"Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer.
shape was harmony. But eloquence
cht see the virtue of a hero tried
ost beyond the stretch of human force. tas she pass'd along, with downcast eyes, ere gentle sorrows swell'd, and now and
pp'd o'er her modest cheek a trickling tear,
: question'd of her birth, in trembling ac
th tears, and blushes broken, told her tale. then he found her royally descended, lier old captive parents the sole joy;
§ 83. The Blessings of Peace. THOMSON. BEAUTEOUS peace!
Sweet union of a state! what else but thou
Gives safety, strength, and glory to a people?
With cheerful toil. Our Enna blooms afresh ;
Inspire new song, and wake the pastoral reed.
HERE is a pow'r