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Laborious and impetuous motion.
With many a weary step, ani many a groan,
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone:
The huge round stone resulting with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Regular and slow movement.
First march the heavy mules securely slow;
O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.
Motion slow and difficult.
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
A rock torn from the brow of a mountain. Still gath’ring force, it smokes, and urg'd amain, Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the plain.
Erlent and violence of the waves..
The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide-rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore.
In these deep solitudes and awtul cells,
Where heav'nly pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.
- Arms on armour, clashing, bray'd
Horrible discord; and the madding wheels
Of brazen fury rag'd.
Sounil imitating reluctance.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind ?
PARAGRAPHS OF GREATER LENGTH.
The love that cheers life's latest stage,
Proof against sickness and old age,
Preserv'd by virtue from declension,
Becomnes not weary of attention:
But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspir'd the flame, decays.
'Tis gentle, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate, or blind;.
And will with sympathy endure
Those evils it would gladly cure.
But angry, coarse, and harsh expression,
Shows love to be a mere profession;
Proves that the heart is none of his,
Or soon expels him if it is.
Swarms of flying insects. Thick in yon stream of light a thousand ways, Upward and downward, thwarting and convolv'de The quiv'ring nations sport; till tempest-wing'd, Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of dari Ev’n so, luxurious men, unheeding, pass An idle summer life, in fortune's shine,
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on, - From toy to toy, írom vanity to vice;
Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of lifo.
Beneficence its own reward.
My fortune (for I'll mention all,
And more than you dare tell) is small;
Yet ev'ry friend partakes my store,
And want goes suiling from my door.
Will forty Shillings warm the breast
Of worth or industry distress'd!
This sum I cheerfully impart;
"Tis fourscore pleasures to my heart.
And you may make, by means like these,
Five talents ten, whene'er you please.
'Tis true, my little purse grows light;
But then I sleep so sweet at night!
This grand specifick will prevail,
When all the doctor's opiates fail.
Virtue the best treasure.
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of Heav'n: a happiness
That, even above the smiles and frowns of fate,
Exalts great nature's favourites: a wealth
That ne'er encumbers; nor to baser hands
Can be transferr’d. It is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.
Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd.
Bu: for one end, one much-neglected use,
Are riches worth our care ; (for nature's wants
Are few, and without opulence supplied ;)
This noble end is to produce the soul;
To show the virtues in their fairest light;
And make humanity the minister
Of bounteous Providence.
Contemplation. As yet 'tis midnight deep. 'The weary clouds, Slow meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, u Let me associate with the serious night, And contemplation her sedate compeer; Let me shake off th’intrusive cares of day, And lay the meddling senses all aside.
Where now, ye lying vanities of life! Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train!
Where are you now ? and what is your amount?
Vexation, disappointment, and remorse.
Sad, sick’ning thought! And yet, deluded man,
A scene of crude disjointed visions past,
And broken slumbers, rises still resolv’d,
With new flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round.
Pleasure of piety.
A Deity believ'd, is joy begun;
A Deity ador'd, is joy advanc'd;
A Deity belov’d, is joy matur’d.
Each branch of piety delight inspires :
Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next,
O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horrour hides;
Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy,
That joy exalts, and inakes it sweeter still;
Pray'r ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream
Of glory, on the consecrated hour
Of man in audience with the Deity.
The bears and the bees.
1. As two young bears, in wanton mood,
Forth issuing from a neighbouring wood,
Came where th’industrious bees had stor’d,
In artful cells, their luscious hoard;
O'erjoy'd they seiz'd, with eager haste,
Luxurious on the rich repast.
Alarm’d at this, the little crew
About their ears vindictive flew. 2. The beasts, unable to sustain
Th’unequal combat, quit the plain;
Half-blind with rage, and mad with pain,
Their native shelter they regain;
There sit, and now, discreeter grown,
Too late their rashness they bemoan;
And this by dear experience gain,
That pleasure's ever bought with pain. 3. So when the gilded baits of vice
Are plac'd before our longing eyes,
With greedy haste we snatch our fill,
And swallow down the latent ill;
But when experience opes our eyes,
Away the fancied pleasure flies.
It flies, but oh! too late we find,
It leaves a real sting behind.
The nightingale and the glow-worm.
1. A NIGHTINJALE, that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark.
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
2. The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus, right eloquent-
Did you admire my lamp,' quoth he,
• As much as I your minstrelsey,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self-same pow'r divine,
Taught you to sing, and me to shine;
That you with musick, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.' 8. The songster heard his short oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a sopper somewhere else.
Hence, jarring sectaries may learn
Their real int’rest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other:
But sing and shine by sweet consent,
Till life's poor transient night is spent;
Respecting, in each other's case,
The gifts of nature and of grace.
4. Those Christians best deserve the name,
Who studiously make peace their aim:
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps, and him that flies.
The trials of virtue. 1. Plac'n on the verge of youth, my mind
Life's op'ning scene survey'd: I view'd its ills of various kind,
Afflicted and afraid.
2. But chief my fear the dangers mov'd,
That virtue's path enclose:
My heart the wise pursuit approv'd; '.
But 0, what toils oppose !
READER. 8. For see, ah see! while yet her ways
With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrours raise, .
Its snares delusive spread.
4. O how shall I, with heart prepar'd,
Those terrours learn to meet?
How, from the thousand snares to guard
My unexperienc'd feet?
6. As thus I mus’d, oppressive sleep
Soft o'er my temples drew
Oblivion's veil.-The wat'ry deep,
An object strange and new,
6. Before me rose : on the wide shore
Observant as I stood,
The gathering storms around me roar
And heave the boiling flood. •
7. Near and more near the billows rise ;
Ev’n now my steps they pave;
And death to iny alrighted eyes
Approach'd in every wave.
8. What hope, or whither to retreat!
Each nerve at once unstrung;
Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet,
And chain'd my speechless tongue.
9. I felt my heart within me die;
When sudden to mine ear
A voice, descending from on high,
Reprov'd my erring fear.
10. “What tho' the swelling surge thou see
Impatient to devour;
Rest, mortal, rest on God's decree,
And thankful own his pow'r.
11. Know, when he badle the deep appear,
• Thus far,' th' Almighty said,
• Thus far, no farther, rage; and here
'Let thy proud waves be stay’d.'”
12. I heard; and lo! at once controll’d,
Tne waves, in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant roll'd,
And murm’ring left my feet.
13. Deeps to assembling deeps in vain
Once more the signal gave :
The shores the rushing weight sustain,
And check th' usurping wave.
; 14. Convinc'd, in nature's volume wise,
The imag'd truth I read;
And sudden from my waking eyes
Th' instructive vision fied.
15. Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
Say why, distrustful still,