452 17. POET-POETRY. A theme well fitted to inspire The purest frenzy of poetic fire. JOEL BARLOW. 18. But which deserves the laurel, rhyme or blank? BYRON'S Imitations. 19. Oh how I hate the nerveless, frigid song, 20. Many are poets who have never penn'd Their inspiration. BYRON. BYRON. 21. Not a stone on their turf, or a line on their graves, But they live by the verse that immortally saves. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. 22. In liquid lines, mellifluously bland. BYRON'S Don Juan. 23. To whom the lyre and laurels have been given, BYRON'S Don Juan. 24. Over the harp, from earliest years belov'd, 25. He touch'd his harp, and nations heard, entranc'd; POLLOK'S Course of Time. 26. "Tis not the chime and flow of words, that move J. G. PERCIVAL. 27. He pour'd his heart's full affluence in song, And good and bad went reconcil'd together. DAWES' Geraldine. 28. As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, Feeding their souls upon the soft, and sweet, BAILEY'S Festus. 29. Immortal bard! thy name shall be enroll'd SHERBURNE, on Byron. 30. Where sense with sound, and ease with weight, combine In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line; Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong, 31. But it was love that taught me rhyme, Of words a useless sluggard prove, The New Timon. 32. And, long as poetry shall charm mankind, His flowing numbers will admirers find. C. F. HOFFMAN. J. T. WATSON. 33. Whose song gush'd from his heart 1. A politician, Proteus-like, must alter Of the same colour that the vessel is That doth contain it, varying his form, 2. Dull rogues affect the politician's part, 3. And learn to nod, and smile, and shrug with art; Your politicians Have evermore a taint of vanity; As hasty still to show and boast a plot, CONGREVE. SIR W. DAVENANT. 4. All would be deem'd, e'en from the cradle, fit To rule in politics, as well as wit; CHURCHILL. 5. Who's in or out, who moves the grand machine, 1. How far the little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 2. Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not, in mine age, Have left me to mine enemies. SHAKSPEARE. 3. Each must, in virtue, strive for to excel; SHAKSPEARE. The man lives twice, who lives the first life well. HERRICK. Like fumes of sacred incense o'er the clouds, 6. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. CONGREVE. CONGREVE'S Mourning Bride. 7. Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt; MILTON'S Comus. 8. Then to be good is to be happy; angels 9. He patient show'd us the wise course to steer, 10. ROWE. TICKELL, on the Death of Addison. Of the good man is peace! - how calm his exit ! BLAIR'S Grave. 11. What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, POPE'S Essay on Man. |