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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

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With woful measures wan Despair,
Low, sullen sounds his grief beguil'd;
A solemn, strange, and mingled air;

'Twas sad by fits, by starts was wild.


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.


Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round:
Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound;
And he, amidst his frolic play,

As if he would the charming air repay,
Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.

Ode. The Passions.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!




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.

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Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Part I. Lines 5-8.

When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain,
Sprung on the viewless winds to heav'n again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

Lines 37-40.

Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare,
From Carmel's height, to sweep the fields of air,
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropp'd on the world-a sacred gift to man.


Lines 41-44.

*In speaking of some eminent person deceased, we

Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shriek'd-as Kosciusco fell.

Part 1. Lines 381, 382.

Oh! once again to freedom's cause return
Lines 409, 410.

And say, without our hopes, without our fears,
Without the home that plighted love endears,
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O! what were man? a world without a sun!
Lines 21-24.

Part II.

The world was sad,-the garden was a wild;
And Man, the hermit, sigh'd-till Woman smil'd.

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,
Like angel-visits, few and far between ;*

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,
But man cannot cover what God would reveal :
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.

Lochiel's Warning.

Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains,
While the kindling of life in his bosom remains,
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,

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
The battle and the breeze! +



Ode. Ye Mariners of England.


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,

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