3. Could deeds my heart discover, Could valour gain your charms, I'd prove myself a lover Against a world in arms. 4. A form more active, light and strong, CHURCH-CLERGY, &c. 1. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, 2. He could raise scruples dark and nice, And, after, solve 'em in a trice; As if divinity had catch'd The itch on purpose to be scratch'd. Old Song. SCOTT. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 3. The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd, His preaching much, but more his practice wrought 4. At church with meek and unaffected grace, DRYDEN. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 5. Such vast impressions did his sermons make, He always kept his flock awake. DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. 6. I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrines and whose life That he is honest in the sacred cause. 7. Some go to church just for a walk, COWPER'S Task. CIGAR-SMOKING. 1. In mind compos'd, he sucks: thick curling clouds 2. Thy quiet spirit lulls the lab'ring brain, SOMERVILE. Lures back to thought the flights of vacant mirth; 3. Yes, social friend, I love thee well, REV. WALTER COLTON. In learned doctors' spite; CHARLES SPrague. 4. Farewell! I've yet one solace left, which cheers my lonely hearth, And in that thought a thousand hopes are springing into birth: How beautiful the vision comes, amidst life's gath'ring cares, In shape-a chainpagne bottle, and a box of fine cigars! CLERGY. (See CHURCH.) CLOUDS-STORM-WEATHER, &c. 1. The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, 2. 3. Oh night, THOMSON'S Seasons. And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman. Far along From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, BYRON'S Childe Harold. How the giant element, From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound! BYRON'S Childe Harold. 4. The storm howl'd madly o'er the sea, And billows, rolling fearfully, In concert with the whirlwind rang. REV. J. N. Maffit. 128 COMPANY – COMPASSION – CONCEALMENT, &c. 5. How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 6. In pomp transcendant, rob'd in heav'nly dyes, Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies. 7. Far on the utmost verge of that huge dome, Which rears its ether arch above the world. DR. DWIGHT. T. D. ENGLISH. 8. The sky grew darker. Soon came booming on 1. A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. SHAKSPEARE. 2. 3. She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, Smiling at grief. I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 4. A secret in his mouth SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Is like a wild bird put into a cage, 5. What torment's equal to the grief of mind, BEN JONSON. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 6. Search not to find what lies too deeply hid; Nor to know things whose knowledge is forbid. 7. I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart; It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, Yet it consumes my heart. 8. And if she met him, tho' she smil'd no more, She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile, DENHAM. SHERIDAN. As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store, 9. In that corroding secresy, which gnaws The heart to show the effect, but not the cause. BYRON'S Lara. |