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TO SIR HENRY VANE.
And post o'er land and ocean
without rest; VANE, young in years, but in sage They also serve who only stand counsel old,
and wait." Than whom a better senator
MILTON. he'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns,
SONNET. not arms, repelled The fierce Epirot, and the Afri- | 0, for my sake do you with Fortune can bold,
chide, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold The guilty goddess of my harmful The drift of hollow states, hard
deeds, to be spelled;
That did not better for my life proThen to advise how War may,
vide, best upheld,
Than public means, which public Move by her two main nerves,
manners breeds. iron and gold,
Thence comes it that my name reIn all her equipage: besides to
ceives a brand, know
And almost thence my nature is Both spiritual power and civil,
subdued what each means,
To what it works in, like the dyer's What severs each, thou hast
hand: learned, which few have done: Pity me then, and wish I were reThe bounds of either sword to thee
newed; we owe:
Whilst, like a willing patient, I will Therefore on thy firm hand
drink Religion leans
Potions of eyesell, 'gainst my strong In peace, and reckons thee her
infection: eldest son.
No bitterness that I will bitter think, Milton. Nor double penance, to correct cor
Pity me then, dear friend, and I ON HIS BLINDNESS.
Even that your pity is enough to WHEN I consider how my light is
cure me. spent,
SHAKSPEARE. Ere half my days, in this dark
world and wide, And that one talent which is PORTRAIT OF ADDISON.
death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though | PEACE to all such! but were there my soul more bent
one whose fires To serve therewith my Maker, and True genius kindles, and fair fame present
inspires; My true account, lest he returning Blest with each talent and each art
to please, “Doth God exact day-labor, light And born to write, converse, and deviel?”
live with ease; I fondly ask: But Patience, to Should such a man, too fond to rule prevent
alone, That inumur, soon replies, “God Bear, like the Turk, no brother near doth not need
the throne, Either man's work, or his own View him with scornful, yet with gifts; who best
jealous eyes, Bear his mild yoke, they serve him And late for arts that caused himbest: his state
self to rise; Is kinely; thousands at liis bidding Damn with faint praise, assent with speed,
And, without sneering, teach the Pleased Vaga echoes through her rest to sneer;
winding bounds, Willing to wound, and yet afraid to | And rapid Severn hoarse applause strike,
resounds. Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Who hung with woods yon mounAlike reserved to blame, or to com
tain's sultry brow? mend,
From the dry rock who bade the A timorous foe, and a suspicious
waters flow? friend;
Not to the skies in useless columns Dreading even fools, by flatterers
Or in proud falls magnificently lost, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged; But clear and artless, pouring Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
through the plain Aud sit attentive to his own applause; llealth to the sick, and solace to the Whilst wits and Templars every sen
swain. tence raise,
Whose causeway parts the vale with And wonder with a foolish face of
shady rows? praise:
Whose seats the weary traveller reWho but must laugh, if such a one
pose? there be ?
Who taught that heaven-directed Who would not weep, if Atticus
spire to rise ? were he?
“ The Man of Ross," each lisping POPE. babe replies.
Behold the market-place with poor
o'erspread! LINES TO ALEXANDER POPE.
The Man of Ross divides the weekly Wule malice, Pope, denies thy page
IIe feeds yon almshouse, neat, but Its own celestial fires;
void of state, While critics, and while bards in rage,
Where age and want sit smiling at Admiring, won't admire:
the gate: While wayward pens thy worth as
Him portioned maids, apprentice sail,
orphans blest, And envious tongue- decry;
The young who labor, and the old These times, though many a friend
who rest. bewail,
Is any sick? The Man of Ross reThese times bewail not I.
Prescribes, attends, the medicine But when the world's loud praise is
makes and gives. thine,
Is there a variance? enter but his And spleen no more shall blame:
door, When with thy Homer thou shalt Balked are the courts, and contest is shine
no more: In one unclouded fame:
Despairing quacks with curses fled
the place, When none shall rail, and every lay And vile attorneys, now a useless race. Devote a wreath to thee;
Thrice happy man! enabled to pur. That day, (for come it will,) that day
Sie Shall I lament to see.
What all so wish but want the DAVID LEWIS.
power to do! Oh say, what suns that generous
hand supply? TIIE MAN OF ROSS. What mines to swell that boundless
charity? But all our praises why should lords Of debts ani taxes, wife and children engross?
clear, Rise, honest muse! and sing the This man possessed — five hundred Man of Russ:
pounds a year,
Blush grandeur, blush! proud courts, | And see all things despoiled of withdraw your blaze;
fallacies; Ye little stars! lide your diminished Thou shalt not peep through latrays.
tices of syes, And what? no monument, inscrip Nor hear through labyrinths of ears, tion, stone,
nor learn His race, his form, his name almost By circuit or collections to discern; unknown?
In heaven then straight know'st all Who builds a church to God, and
concerning it, not to fame
And what concerns it not, shall Will never mark the marble with his
straight forget. name,
There thou but in no other school PoPE.
mayst be Perchance as learned and as full as
she; ELEGY ON MISTRESS ELIZA She, who all libraries had thoroughly BETII DRCRY.
At home in her own thoughts, and She, of whose soul, if we may say,
practised 'twas gold,
So much good as would make as Her body was the Electrum, and did
many more. hold Many degrees of that; we understood Up, up, my drowsy soul! where tliy Her by her sight; her pure and elo
new ear quent blood
Shall in the angels' songs no discord Spoke in her cheeks, and so dis • hear: tinctly wrought,
Where thou shalt see the blessed That one might almost say, her body
Joy in not being that which men She, she thus richly, largely housed,
have said; is gone,
Where she's exalted more for being And chides us slow-paced snails who
good, crawl upon
Than for her interest of Motherhood : Our prison's' prison, Earth, nor Up to those Patriarchs, who did think us well
longer sit Longer than whilst we bear our Expecting Christ, than they've enlittle shell.
joyed him yet:
Up to those Prophets, who now What hope have we to know our
gladly see selves, when we
Their prophecies grown to be history: Know not the least things which l'p to the Apostles, who did bravely for our use be ?
run What Cæsar did, yea, and what | All the sun's course, with more Cicero said,
light than the sum: Why grass is green, or why our Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly blood is red,
bleed Are mysteries which none have Oil to the Apostles' lamps, dew to reached into;
their secil: In this low forin, poor soul, what Up to those Virgins, who thought wilt thou do?
that almost (when wilt thou shake off this | They maile joint-tenants with the pellantry
Holy Ghost, Of being caught by sense and fan If they to any should his Temple tasv?
gives Thou look'st through spectacles; Up, up, for in that sanadron there small things seem great
cloth live Below; but up into the watch-tower | She who hath carried thither new get,
(As to their number,) to their digni- | Of inward happiness. We are selfish ties,
Oh! raise is up, return to us again: She whom we celebrate is gone be- | And give us manners, virtue, frete fore:
dom, power. She who had here so much essential Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt jov,
apart: As no chance could distract, much Thou hadst a voice whose sound less destroy:
was like the sea : Who with God's presence was ac Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, quainted so,
free, (Hearing and speaking to him,) as So didst thion travel on life's common to know
way, Ilis face in any natural stone or tree In cheerful godliness; and yet thy Better than when in images they be:
heart Who kept by liligent devotion
The lowliest duties on herself did lay. God's image in such reparation
WORDSWORTH. Within her heart, that what decay
was grown Was her first Parent's fault, and not
WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INher ow:
TENDED TO THE CITY. Who, being solicited to any act, Sull hearel God pleading his safe CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Kniglit in pre-contract:
arms, Who, by a faithful confidence was Whose chance on these defenceless here
door's may seize, Betrothell to God, and now is mar If(leed of honordiotheeerer please, riell there:
Guard them, and him within pruWhose twilights were more clear
tect from harins, than our mid-dity;
He can requite thee, for he knows Who dreamed devoutlier than most
the charms use to prily:
That call fame on such gentle acts Who being here filled with grace,
as these, yet sirove to be
And he can spread thy name o'er Both where more grace and more
lands and seas, capacity
Whatever clime the sun's bright At once is given. She to Heaven is
circle warms. gone,
Lift not thy spear against the Muses' Who maile this world in some pro
The great Emathian conqueror A Heaven, and here became into us
The house of Pindarus, when Joy, (as our joys admit,) essential.
temple and tower DONNE. Went to the ground; and the repeated
Of sad Electra's poet had the poster TO MILTON.
To save the Athenian walls from
ruin bare. Milton! thou shouldst be living at
MILTOX, this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen
ROB ROY'S GRAVE. stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pet,
A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, Firesiile, the heroic wealth of hall The English ballad-singer's jor! and bower,
An Scotland has a thief a good, Have forfeited their ancient English An outlaw of as daring mool; dower
She has her brave Rob Roy !