Blair. THE GRAVE. The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named; Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness. Lines 9-11. Oft in the lone church-yard at night I've seen, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. Lines 56-59. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Lines 88, 89. Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance! Lines 109, 110. If death were nothing, and nought after death; Whence first they sprung, then might the debauchee, Untrembling, mouth the heavens; then might the drunkard Reel over his full bowl, and when 'tis drained, Fill up another to the brim, and laugh At the poor bugbear Death. Lines 382-389. Self-murder! name it not; our island's shame ; That makes her the reproach of neighb'ring states. The good he scorn'd, Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost Not to return; or, if it did, its visits Like those of angels, short and far between.* Lines 586-589. * "Like angel-visits, few and far between." See Quotations from Campbell. You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? The Rivals. Act iv. Scene 2. The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands. My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my Act v. Scene 3. Ibid. When you shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. School for Scandal. Act 1. Scene I. I'm called away by particular business, but I leave my character behind me. Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean; Drink to the lass I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Prior. -000 No longer shall the boddice aptly laced, Fine by degrees and beautifully less.* Henry and Emma. Lines 427-430. Variety alone gives joy, The sweetest meats the soonest cloy. The Turtle and Sparrow. Lines 232, 233. Be to her virtues very kind, Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock. Concluding Lines. * This line is, in most cases where it is used, given wrongly thus "Small by degrees and beautifully less." Pope has a somewhat similar line in Moral Essays, Epistle ii., line 43 "Fine by defect, and delicately weak." |