As similarity of mind,
Or something not to be defined, First fixes our attention; So manners decent and polite, The same we practised at first sight, Must save it from declension.
Some act upon this prudent plan, Say little, and hear all you can.” Safe policy, but hateful-
So barren sands imbibe the shower, But render neither fruit nor flower, Unpleasant and ungrateful.
The man I trust, if shy to me, Shall find me as reserved as he; No subterfuge or pleading Shall win my confidence again, I will by no means entertain A spy on my proceeding.
These samples-for alas! at last These are but samples, and a taste Of evils yet unmention'd- May prove the task a task indeed, In which 'tis much if we succeed, However well-intention'd.
Pursue the search, and you will find Good sense and knowledge of mankind To be at least expedient, And, after summing all the rest, Religion ruling in the breast
A principal ingredient.
The noblest friendship ever shown The Saviour's history makes known, Though some have turn'd and turn'd it; And whether being crazed or blind, Or seeing with a biass'd mind, Have not, it seems, discern'd it.
O Friendship! if my soul forego Thy dear delights while here below; To mortify and grieve me, May I myself at last appear Unworthy, base, and insincere, Or may my friend deceive me!
COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view; We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From avarice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The sweets that I was wont to share, The banquet of thy smiles?
The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven that thou alone canst make? And wilt thou quit the stream
That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I prized, For thee I gladly sacrificed
Whate'er I loved before; And shall I see thee start away, And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say→→→ Farewell! we meet no more?
WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods;
Sage beneath a spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Princess! if our aged eyes
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties
All the terrours of our tongues.
Rome shall perish-write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish, hopeless and abhorr'd, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Rome, for empire far renown'd, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the groundHark! the Gaul is at her gates !
Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command.
Regions Cæsar never knew
Thy posterity shall sway;
Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre.
She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow: Rush'd to battle, fought, and died; Dying hurl'd them at the foe :
Ruffians, pitiless as proud,
Heaven awards the vengeance due;
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