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There from the ways of men laid safe ashore,
We smile to hear the distant tempest roar ;
There. bless’d with health, with bus'ness unperplex'd,
This life we relish, and ensure the next.
Presume not on to-morrow.
In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise,
Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn?
Where is to-morrow? In another world.
For numbers this is certain ; the reverse
is gure to none.
Dum vivimus vivamus.
Whilst we live let us live. • Live, while you live,” the epicure would say, “ And seize the pleasures of the present day.” “Live, while you live," the sacred preacher cries “ And give to God each moment as it flies.” Lord ! in my views, let both united be ; I live in pleasure, when I live to thee !-DODDRIDGE
VERSES IN VARIOUS FORMS.
The security of Virtue.
Ler coward guilt, with pallid fear,
To shelt'ring caverns fly,
And justly dread the vengeful fate,
That thunders through the sky
Protected by that hand, whose law,
The threat’ning storms obey,
Intrépid virtue smiles secure,
As in the blaze of day.
And Oh! by error's force subdu’d,
Since oft my stubborn will
Prepost'rous shuns the latent good,
And grasps the specious ill.
Not to iny wish, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply ;
Unask'd, wbat good thou knowest grant ;
What ill, though ask'd, deny.
i have found out a gift for my fair ;
I have found where the wood-pigeong breed But let me that plunder forbear!
She will say, 'tis a barbarous deed.
For he ne'er can be true, she averr'd.
Who can rob a poor bird of its young:
And I lor'd her the more, when I heard
Such ienderness fall from her tongue.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown ;
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send . He gave to mis’ry all he had a tear :
He gain’d from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Joy and sorrow connected.
Still, where rosy pleasure leads,
See a kindred grief pursue ;
Behind the steps that mis’ry treads,
Approaching comforts view.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
Chastis'd by sable tints of wo;
And blended form, with artful strife,
The strength and harmony of life.
The golden rnean.
He that holds fast the golden mean
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door
Imbitt'ring all his state.
The tallest pines feel most the pow'r
Of wint’ry blast ; the loftiest tow'r
Comes heaviest to the ground.
The bolts that spare the mountain's side,
His cloud-capt eminence divide ;
And spread the ruin round.
Moderate views and aims recommended.
With passions unruffled, untainted with pride,
By reason my life let me square :
The wants of my nature are cheaply supplied ;
And the rest are but folly and care.
How vainly, through infinite trouble and strife,
The many their labours employ!
Since all that is truly delightful in life,
Is what all, if they please, may enjoy.
Attachment to life.
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground :
'Twas therefore sai., by ancient sages,
That love of life increas'd with years,
So much, that in our later stages,
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.
Virtue's address to pleasure.*
Vast happiness enjoy thy gay allies !
A youth of follies, an old age of cares ;
Young yet enervate, old yet never wise,
Vice wastes their vigour, and their mind impairs.
Vain, idle, dellcate, in thoughtless ease,
Reserving woes for age, their prime they spend;
All wretched, hopeless, in the evil days,
With sorrow to the verge of life they tend.
Griev'd with the present, of the past asham’d,
They live, and are despis:d ; they die, no more are
SECTION V. VERSES IN WHICH SOUND CORRESPONDS TO SIGNIFICA.
Smooth and rough verse.
SOFT is the strain when zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows.
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Slow motion imitated.
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw
The line too labours, and the words move slow
Swift and easy motion.
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main
Felling trees in a wood. Loud sounds the axe, redoubling strokes on strokns ; In all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown; Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.
Sound of a bow-string.
The string let fly
Twang‘d short and sharp, like the shrill swallow's cry.
See ! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings.
Scylla and Charybdis.
Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms,
And here Charybdis fills the deep with storíns.
When the tide rushes from hier rumbling caves,
The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves.
Boisterous and gentle sounds.
Two craggy rocks projecting to the main,
The roaring winds tempestuous rage restrain .
Within, the waves in softer murmurs glide ;
And ships secure without their halsers ride.
Laborious and impetuous motion.
With many a weary step, and 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;
C'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 siow 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
Extent and violence of the waves..
The waves behind impel the waves bestie,
Wide-rolling: foaming high, and tumbling to the shore
In these deep solitudes and awtui cells,
Where heav'nly pensive contemplation awells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.,
Arms on armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord ; and the inadding wheels
Of brazen fury rag'd.
Sound initating reluctance.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a frey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd;
Left the warın preciucts 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,
Becomes not weary of attention :
But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspired 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 convolvid,
The quiv'ring nations sport; till tempest-wing'd,
Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day,
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, from vanity to vice ;
Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of life.
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 smiling from my door