INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A Christian's wit is inoffensive light. Adieu," Vinosa cries, ere yet he sips Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared. Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise. PAGE 100 120 205 113 141 156 201 130 189 131 Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose 184 157 23 152 Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast 186 peace 57 Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest 177 Cowper, whose silver voice, tasked sometimes hard 218 Dear Anna-between friend and friend Dear Joseph-five-and-twenty years ago Descending now (but cautious lest too fast) England, with all thy faults, I love thee still 31 210 4 52 ΙΟ 122 79 Farewell! endued with all that could engage From school to Cam or Isis, and thence home. God moves in a mysterious way Gray dawn appears; the sportsman and his train Hackney'd in business, wearied at that oar Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge Here Johnson lies, a sage by all allowed Hic etiam jacet How oft, my Delia, since our last farewell How various his employments whom the world If ever thou hast felt another's pain I have loved the rural walk through lanes I know the mind that feels indeed the fire In him, Demosthenes was heard again I pity kings whom worship waits upon I sing of a journey to Clifton It happened on a solemn eventide I venerate the man whose heart is warm John Gilpin was a citizen. Just when our drawing-rooms begin to blaze Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews. Man views it and admires, but rests content Nature, exerting an unwearied power Now from the roost, or from the neighbouring pale. Obscurest night involved the sky Oh happy shades! to me unblest Oh Nymph of transatlantic fame Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed Our good old friend is gone, gone to his rest Patriots have toil'd, and in their country's cause Patron of else the most despised of men Round Thurlow's head in early youth So glide my life away! and so at last maintains 70 38 98 -Tell me, if you can, what power The lover too shuns business and alarms Q2 200 139 153 63 187 Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious more The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower PAGE 76 222 132 221 85 42 6 Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain 216 'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb 61 11 'Tis pleasant through the loopholes of retreat 26 114 Toll for the brave 219 III 88 To rise at noon, sit slipshod and undressed Unwin, I should but ill repay Virtuous and faithful HEBERDEN, whose skill Weak and irresolute is man Well,-one at least is safe. One shelter'd hare We too are friends to loyalty. While thirteen moons saw smoothly run Would my Delia know if I love, let her take 212 112 159 30 78 39 223 160 3 8 "Ye groves," the statesman at his desk exclaims 1344 THE END. 102 96 Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh. |