Collins. Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Oriental Eclogues. Eclogue 1. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, in early Greece she sung. While yet With woful measures wan Despair, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts was wild. Ibid. Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away. Ibid. Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round: As if he would the charming air repay, Ode. The Passions. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, * * * By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung. Lines written in the year 1746. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in art. Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakspere. Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Part I. Lines 5-8. When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Lines 37-40. Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare, * Lines 41-44. *In speaking of some eminent person deceased, we Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, Part 1. Lines 381, 382. Oh! once again to freedom's cause return And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Part II. The world was sad,-the garden was a wild; Lines 37, 38. Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave-oh! leave the light of Hope behind! frequently hear it said that "his mantle has fallen" on his successor: the origin of this will be found, as alluded to by Campbell, in the second Book of Kings, chap. ii. verses 11, 12, 13: "And Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven. And Elisha saw it, and he cried, My father, my father! the chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof. And he saw him no more: and he took hold of his own clothes, and rent them in two pieces." "He took up also the mantle of Elijah that fell from him." What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Her musing mood shall every pang appease, And charm-when pleasures lose the power to please. Part II. Lines 375-380. Dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, Lochiel's Warning. Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe! Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas: Whose flag has brav'd a thousand years * Ibid. Ode. Ye Mariners of England. "Visits Like those of angels, short and far between." Blair's Grave. See Quotations from Blair. †The idea of this celebrated naval ode was taken from the old ballad "You Gentlemen of England," which com. mences thus "You gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, |