We gaze and turn away, and know not where, Dazzled and drunk with beauty, till the heart Reels with its fulness; there for ever thereChain'd to the chariot of triumphal art, We stand as captives, and would not depart. Away! there need no words, nor terms precise, The paltry jargon of the marble mart Where pedantry gulls folly-we have eyes: Blood, pulse, and breast, confirm the Dardan shepherd's prize. VESSEL. (Life Compared to one) BYRON. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm ; That, hush'd in grim repose, expect his evening prey. GRAY. VICE. (Dunger of Familiarity with) We first endure, then pity, then embrace. VICES. (Various Kinds of) Porz. Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell How science dwindles, and how volumes swell; How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun; How tortur'd texts to speak our sense are made, And every vice is to the Scripture laid; How misers squeeze a young voluptuous peer, With sword and pistol, than with wax and seal; VILLAGE. YOUNG. (Auburn, its Beauties) Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd; Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when ev'ry spot could please; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene! How often have I paus'd on every charm, The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made! How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree! While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd ; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tir'd, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspir'd; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, The matron's glance that would these looks reprove; These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these With sweet succession taught ev'n toil to please; These round thy bow'rs their cheerful influence shed; These were thy charms-but all these charms are fled. VILLAIN. GOLDSMITH. (Sight of, Tempting to Evil) How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds, Quoted, and sign'd, to do a deed of shame, Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me. SHAKSPEARE In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, Great Villiers lies-alas! how chang'd from him No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. VIRTUE. (Its Prize) POPE. What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, WAR. (Beacon Blaze of) So pass'd the day-the evening fell, On the high turret sitting lone, She waked at times the lute's soft tone; POPE. Her blue eyes sought the west afar, And spreading broad its wavering light, Scarce could she draw her tighten'd breath, And three are kindling on Priesthaughswire." SCOTT. Prostrate in the dust Those walls were laid, and towns and temples stood Tottering in frightful ruins, as the flame Had left them, black and bare; and through the streets, All with the recent wreck of war bestrewn, |