6-17-36 CONTENTS. AKENSIDE, M.D. (1721-1770); MARK PAGE 257 Anonymous Poems, 50-52, 60, 61, 63, 64, 76-79, 119-121, 137, 141, 161-164, 173, 181, 197, 198, 209-212, 242, 243, 252, 253, 258-261, 268, 269, 271-273, 280-282, 293-295. BARBAULD (1743-1825); Anna LETITIA (AIKIN, afterwards). 274-278 BURNET (1694-1753); Justice Sir THOMAS CANNING the Elder (?-1771); GEORGE CHARLOTTE SOPHIA, Queen Consort of GEORGE III (1744-1818) CIBBER (1714-1766); SUSANNA MARIA (ARNE, afterwards) DU BOIS (1728-1774); Lady DOROTHEA (ANNESLEY, afterwards) 165-168 FLETCHER, Dean of Kildare (c. 1748); PHILIP GARRICK (1717-1779); DAVID GOLDSMITH (1728-1774); OLIVER GRAHAM, later CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM, M.P. (? -1797); GRAY, who was offered, but declined the Poet Laureateship (1716-1771); THOMAS JOHNSON, LL.D. (1709-1784); SAMUEL MARRIOTT (1730-1803); Rt. Hon. Justice Sir JAMES PERCY, Bishop of DROMORE (1729-1811); THOMAS PITT, Earl of CHATHAM (1708-1778); WILLIAM PAGE SCOTT of Amwell, of the Society of Friends (1730-1783); JOHN 270 SHENSTONE (1714-1763); WILLIAM 39-49 SMOLLETT (1721-1771); TOBIAS GEORGE 132-136 STANHOPE, Earl of CHESTERFIELD (1694-1773) ; PHILIP DORMER . 68-72 STEVENS (1710-1784); GEORGE ALEXANDER. WALPOLE, Earl of ORFORD (1717-1797); HORACE WEST, Earl DE LA WARR (1729-1777); JOHN WHITEHEAD, P.L. (1715–1785); WILLIAM WYNDHAM, Earl of EGREMONT (1710-1763); CHARLES THE GOLDSMITH ANTHOLOGY. 1745-1774 A.D. EDWIN AND ANGELINA. [THE HERMIT.] 'TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale! And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray! 'For, here, forlorn and lost, I tread, With fainting steps and slow, Where wilds immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go!' 'Forbear, my son!' the Hermit cries, 'To tempt the dangerous gloom! For yonder phantom only flies To lure thee to thy doom! 'Here to the houseless child of want, And though my portion is but scant, 'Then turn, to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows! My rushy couch, and frugal fare, 'No flocks, that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them! 'But from the mountain's grassy side, A guiltless feast I bring! A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied; And water from the spring! 'Then, Pilgrim! turn! thy cares forgo! For earth-born cares are wrong! Man wants but little here below; |