Miscellaneous Selections and Original Pieces: In Prose and Verse : Consisting Principally of Pieces of Moral Instruction ... &c

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Page 148 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards and found her there.
Page 89 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 73 - Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength, Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares ? those busy bustling days ? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts, Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life ? All now are vanish'd ! Virtue sole survives, Immortal never-failing friend of man, His guide...
Page 140 - Or e'en imaginary worth obtains, Here passes current ; paid from hand to hand, It shifts, in splendid traffic, round the land: From courts to camps, to cottages it strays, And all are taught an avarice of praise; They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Page 6 - Mr. Jefferson is the first American who has consulted the fine arts to know how he should shelter himself from the weather.
Page 203 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground.
Page 73 - Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! How dumb the tuneful ! horror wide extends His desolate domain.
Page 74 - Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the cause, Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd, And died neglected ; why the good man's share In life was gall and bitterness of soul...
Page 148 - I cannot say he is every where alike ; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...
Page 74 - In starving solitude; while luxury In palaces lay straining her low thought To form unreal wants: why heaven-born truth And moderation fair wore the red marks Of superstition's scourge; why licensed pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosomed foe, Embittered all our bliss.

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