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WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes bless'd!

Ode in 1746.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.

Ibid.

The Passions. Line 1.

Filled with fury, rapt, inspir'd. Ibid. Line 10.

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

Ibid. Line 28.

In notes by distance made more sweet.

In hollow murmurs died away.

Ibid. Line 60.

Ibid. Line 68.

O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!

Ibid. Line 95.

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

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Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;
Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

To Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Ode on the Death of Thomson.

SAMUEL FOOTE.

1720-1777.

He made him a hut, wherein he did put

The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.

O poor Robinson Crusoe!

The Mayor of Garratt. Acti. Sc. 1.

JAMES MERRICK.

1720-1769.

Not what we wish, but what we want.

Hymn.

TOBIAS SMOLLETT.

1721-1771.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ;
Lord of the lion heart, and eagle eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Facts are stubborn things.1

Ode to Independence.

Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Ch. I.

1 Facts are stubborn things. — Elliot, Essay on Field

Husbandry, p. 35. (1747.)

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Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.

Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.

My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. I.

Ibid. Act v. Sc. I.

Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die.

RICHARD GIFFORD.

1725-1807.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

Contemplation.

ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.

Thus far we run before the wind.

The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.

Above the vulgar flight of common souls.

Zenobia. Act v.

1728-1774.

OLIVER GOLDSMITH.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.

The Traveller. Line 1.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,

My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Line 7.

And learn the luxury of doing good.1 Line 22.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

Line 26.

These little things are great to little man.

Line 42.

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Line 50.

Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home.

Line 73.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

Line 126.

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.

Line 153.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

1 For all their luxury was doing good.

Line 172.

Garth, Claremont, Line 148.

He tried the luxury of doing good.

Crabbe, Tales of the Hall, Book iii.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
The Traveller.

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days

Line 217.

Have led their children through the mirthful

maze;

And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. Line 251.

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Line 282.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.1

Line 327.

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms.

For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those

Line 356.

that toil. Line 372.

Laws grind the poor, ånd rich men rule the law.

Line 386.

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train.

Line 409.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.

Line 423.

1 Lord of humankind. - Dryden, The Spanish Friar Act ii. Sc. I.

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