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The good old rule

Sufficeth them, the simple plan,

That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.

Rob Roy's Grave.

We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakspere spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.

Sonnets to Liberty. Period 1802.

Oh! for a single hour of that Dundee,
Who on that day the word of onset gave.

Sonnets to Liberty. Period 1803.

O, sir! the good die first,

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust

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* "Men are but children of a larger growth." See

Quotations from Dryden.

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Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Lines 7-10.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country, ever is at home.

Lines 73, 74.

Dames of ancient days

Have led their children through the mirthful maze :
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,

Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of three score.

Lines 251-254.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,

I see the lords of human kind
pass by,
Intent on high designs,—a thoughtful band,
By forms unfashion'd, fresh from Nature's hand.
Lines 327-330.


With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy;
The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel,
Zeck's iron crown and Damiens' bed of steel;
To men remote from power but rarely known—
Leave reason, faith, and conscience all our own.
Lines 433-438.


How often have I paused on every charm,—
The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm,

The never failing brook, the busy mill,

The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill,
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.

Lines 9-14.

* George Zeck, for heading a revolt of Hungarians in 1514, was punished by having a red hot crown placed on his head. Damiens attempted to assassinate Louis XV. of France, for which crime he was put to the torture.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay ;
Princes and Lords may flourish, or may fade—
A breath can make them, as a breath has made*-
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,

When once destroy'd can never be supplied.

Lines 51-56.

How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease;
Who quits a world where strong temptations try,—
And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.

Lines 99-102.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind,—
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Lines 121-124.

There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,
The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
A man he was to all the country dear;
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

Lines 139-142.

"Who pants for glory finds but short repose,
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows."
Pope. Imitations of Horace.

Book ii. Epistle i. Lines 300, 301


The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,

Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away,—

Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,

Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won,

Lines 155-158.

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side.

Lines 163, 164.

Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remain❜d to pray.
Lines 179, 180.

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still.

Lines 211, 212.

The chest contrived a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

Lines 229, 230.


Handsome is that handsome does.

Chapter 1.

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