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Where never sun-burnt woodman came,
Till the tuneful bird of night, From the neighb'ring poplar's height, Wake you with her solemn strain, And teach pleas'd echo to complain. 6. With you roses brighter bloom, Sweeter every sweet perfume; Purer every fountain flows, Stronger every wilding grows. Let those toil for gold who please, Or, for fame renounce their ease. What is fame? An empty bubble; Gold? a shining, constant trouble. Let them for their country bleed! What was Sidney's, Raleigh's meed? Man's not worth a moment's pain; Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain. 7. Then let me, sequester'd fair, To your sybil grot repair; On yon hanging cliff it stands, Scoop'd by nature's plastic hands, Bosom'd in the gloomy shade Of cyprus not with age decay'd; Where the owl still hooting sits, Where the bat incessant flits; There in loftier strains I'll sing Whence the changing seasons spring; Tell how storms deform the skies, Whence the waves subside and rise, Trace the comet's blazing tail, Weigh the planets in a scale; Bend, great God, before thy shrine; The bournless microcosm's thine,
Since in each scheme of life I've fail'd,
To your hermit-trodden seat;
God never made an independent man;
His will his sovereign, every where his home, What force would guard him from the lion's jaw? What swiftness wing him from the panther's paw? Or should fate lead him to some safer shore, Where panthers never prowl, nor lions roar, Where liberal nature all her charms bestows, Suns shine, birds sing, flowers bloom, and water flows, Fool, dost thou think he'd revel on the store, Absolve the care of Heaven, nor ask for more? Tho' waters flow'd, flow'rs bloom'd, and Phoebus shone, He'd sigh, he'd murmur, that he was alone. For know, the Maker on the human breast, A sense of kindred, country, man, impress'd. 12. Though nature's works the ruling mind declare, And well deserve inquiry's serious care, The God (whate'er misanthropy may say,) Shines, beams in man with most unclouded ray. What boots it thee to fly from pole to pole? Hang o'er the sun, and with the planets roll?
What boots through space's furthest bourns to roam? If thou, O man, a stranger art at home. Then know thyself, the human mind survey; The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay. 18. Nor study only, practise what you know; Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe. With Plato's olive wreath the bays entwine; Those who in study, should in practice shine. Say, does the learned lord of Hagley's shade, Charm man so much by mossy fountains laid, As when arous'd he stems corruption's course, An shakes the senate with a Tully's force? When free lom gasp'd beneath a Cesar's feet, Then public virtue might to shades retreat: But where she breathes, the least may useful be, And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee. 14. Though man's ungrateful, or though fortune frown; Is the reward of worth, a song, or crown? Nor yet unrecompens❜d are virtue's pains; Good Allen lives, and bounteous Brunswick reigns. On each condition disappointments wait, Enter the hut, and force the guarded gate.
lare repine though early friendship bleed: From love, the world, and all its cares, he's freed. But know, adversity's the child of God;
Whom Heaven approves of most, must feel her rod. 15. When smooth old Ocean, and each storm's asleep, Then ignorance may plough the wat'ry deep: But when the demons of the tempest rave, Skill must conduct the vessel through the wave, Sidney, what good man envies not thy blow? Who would not wish Anytus* for a foe? Intrepid virtue triumphs over fate: The good can never be unfortunate; And be this maxim graven in thy mind; The height of virtue is, to serve mankind.
But when old age has silver'd o'er thy head, When memory fails, and all thy vigour's fled, Then mayst thou seek the stillness of retreat, Then hear aloof the human tempest beat; Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave, Allay the pangs of age, and smooth thy grave. GRAINGER *One of the accusers of Socrates.
PIECES IN PROSE.
Select Sentences and Paragraphs,
Sect. 1. No rank or possessions can make the guilty mind happy,
4. Lady Jane Gray,
5. Ortogrul; or the vanity of riches,
6. The hill of science,
7. The journey of a day; a picture of human life,
Sect. 1. The importance of a good education,
2. On gratitude,
3. On forgiveness,
4. Motives to the practice of gentleness,
5. A suspicious temper the source of misery to its possessor,
7. Diffidence of our abilities, a mark of wisdom,
10. The mortifications of vice greater than those of virtue,
12. Rank and riches afford no ground for envy,
13. Patience under provocations our interest as well as duty,
15. Omniscience and omnipresence of the Deity, the source of
consolation to good men,
Sect. 1. Happiness is founded in rectitude of conduct,
2. Virtue man's highest interest,
Sect. 1. The seasons,
2. The cataract of Niagara, in Canada, in North America,
3. Grotto of Antiparos,
4. The grotto of Antiparos, continued,
5. Earthquake at Catanea,
3. The injustice of an uncharitable spirit,
4. The misfortunes of men mostly chargeable on themselves, 92
5. On disinterested friendship,
6. On the immortality of the soul,
4. Lord Mansfield's speech in the House of Lords, 1770, on