440 PAINTING-PORTRAIT. PAINTING - PORTRAIT. 1. Good heaven! that sots and knaves should be so vain, 2. Here fabled chiefs, in darker ages born, Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn, And legislators seem to think in stone. DRYDEN. POPE'S Temple of Fame. 3. All that imagination's power could trace, From the Spanish. 4. This is the pictur'd likeness of my love: How true to life! It seems to breathe and move; MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 5. His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. PARASITE. - (See COURTIER.) PARENTS.- (See FATHER.) PARTING.- (See ADIEU.) PASSIONS - FEELING. 1. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams; 2. A little fire is quickly trodden out, 3. Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 4. As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. POPE'S Essay on Man. 442 PASSIONS- FEELING. 5. The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. 6. Like mighty rivers, with resistless force 7. The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules. 8. When headstrong passion gets the reins of reason, 9. While passions glow, the heart, like heated steel, Takes each impression, and is worked at pleasure. POPE. POPE. BROOKE. HIGGONS. YOUNG'S Busiris. 10. Then shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind; Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame, that skulks behind; That inly gnaws the secret heart; 11. His soul, like bark with rudder lost, GRAY. Scott's Rokeby. 12. How terrible is passion! how our reason Falls down before it, while the tortur'd frame, BARFORD'S Virgin Queen. 13. The passions are a numerous crowd, Imperious, positive, and loud. 14. O, how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; 15. Ah! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign; 16. As rolls the ocean's changing tide, So human passions ebb and flow. 17. The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, CRABBE. MRS. ROBINSON. BYRON. The waste of feelings unemploy'd. BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name; 19. For on his brow the swelling vein Throbb'd, as if back upon his brain BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Parisina. 444 PASSIONS - FEELING. 20. There are some feelings time cannot benumb. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 21. An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 22. Admire - exult - despise - laugh - weep - for here There is much matter for all feeling. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 23. My passions were all living serpents, and Twin'd, like the gorgons, round me. BYRON'S Werner. 24. It was not strange; for in the human breast Two master passions cannot co-exist. 25. The wildest ills that darken life Are rapture to the bosom's strife; CAMPBELL. J. W. EASTBURNE. 26. And underneath that face, like summer's ocean's, Love-hatred-pride - hope-sorrow-all, save fear. 27. But, all in vain, to thought's tumultuous flow I strive to give the strength of glowing words; In broken music o'er my heart's loose chords, MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 28. 'Tis chainless as the mountain tide, J. T. WATSON. |