Do prove the soul shares not the body's restHow the lip works, how the bare teeth do grindAnd beaded drops course down his writhen brow. Maturin's Bertram, a. 2 s. 1. DRUNKENNESS. Now As with new wine intoxicated both They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel Wherewith to scorn the earth. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 9. Nor need we tell what anxious cares attend Chill even when the sun with July heats Yet craving liquids. Philip's Cider, b. 2. Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk, Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, hounds, In endless mazes, intricate, perplex'd. Thomson's Seasons-Autumn. Confus'd above, Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, Laments the weakness of these latter times. Thomson's Seasons-Autumn. What dextrous thousands just within the goal More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime. Ten thousand casks, For ever dribbling out their base contents, Cowper's Task, b. 4. E. EARTH. And fast by hanging in a golden chain Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 2. Earth's days are number'd, nor remote her doom; As mortal, tho' less transient, than her sons. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 8. Where is the dust that has not been alive? Young's Night Thoughts, n. 9. ELOQUENCE. Ev'ry word he speaks 's a syren's note Beaumont's Sea Voyage. Oh! I will hearken like a doting mother, To hear her children prais'd by flatt'ring tongues. Howard's Duke of Lerma. Oh, while you speak, methinks a sudden calm, And puts my soul in tune. Lee's Brutus. When he spoke, what tender words he us'd! I'll speak the kindest words, That tongue e'er utter'd, or that heart e'er thought. Dryden's Indian Emperor. Your words are like the notes of dying swans, Too sweet to last! Dryden's All for Love. Methought I heard a voice, Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, Otway's Orphan. Ibid. Who talks of dying in a voice so sweet, That life's in love with it? That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers, Otway's Venice Preserved. Oh! I know Thou hast a tongue to charm the wildest tempers; Forsook a less enjoyment for a greater. Rowe's Tamerlane. Oh! speak that again! Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall, Southern's Royal Brother. As I listen'd to thee The happy hours passed by us unperceived, Rowe's Tamerlane. Now, with fine phrase, and foppery of tongue, Will steal on your brib'd hearts. Young's Brothers, a. 3. O eloquence! thou violated fair, How art thou woo'd, and won to either bed His tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear Maturest counsels. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 2. Oft the hours From morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away, While mute attention hung upon his lips. Akenside's Pleasures of Imagination, b. 2. EMIGRATION. Let us depart! the universal sun ENGLAND. Southey's Madoc. Britain, the queen of isles, our fair possession Havard's King Charles I. Island of bliss! amid the subject seas, age A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land, The winds and seas are Britain's wide domain ; Thomson's Liberty. |