Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Line 465. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. Line 996. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Line 1158. The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews. Summer. Line 47. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day Line 81. Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds. Line 946. Sighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Line 1285. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, Line 1346. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, Autumn. Line 204. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, See Winter comes, to rule the varied year. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Line 233. Winter. Line 1. The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid. These as they change, Almighty Father! these Line 625. Hymn. Line 1. Line 25. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. From seeming evil still educing good. Line 114. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. Line 118. Placed far amid the melancholy main. Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. A little, round, fat, oily man of God. Canto i. St. 69. Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves; For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love; And, when we meet a mutual heart, O Sophonisba ! Sophonisba, O !* Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5 Song, For ever Fortune." Sophonisba. Act . Sc. 2. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, LIVE while you live, the epicure would say, * The line was altered, after the second edition, to 'O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine.' 218 DODSLEY-BROWN-JOHNSON. Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, I live in pleasure, when I live to thee. JOHN BROWN. 1715-1765. Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Serves but to brighten all our future days. There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,- Line 159. He left a name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Line 221. Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe. Line 257. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. Line 308. From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow, Line 316. Line 346. Catch, then, O catch the transient hour; LONDON. Winter. An Ode. Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, Line 166. This mournful truth is everywhere confessed, Line 176. Each change of many-coloured life he drew, Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. |