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MRS. GREVILLE. 351
1735 - 1766.
1741 - 1764.
Epistle to William Hogarth.
A Prayer for Indifference.
Which, like the needle true,
But, turning, trembles too.
“ The pretty Fanny Macartney.” – Walpole's Memoirs.
1759 - 1796.
The Vision. Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Epistle to a Young Friend.
For Deity offended !
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser!
Contemplation. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ;.
All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
To the Cuckoo.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
The Liberty Song. (1768).
1770 – 1850.
Part ii. xxxvi.
The Excursion. Book ix.
By happy chance we saw
Risen on mid-noon.
* “ Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
And soars and shines another and the same."
DAKWIN, Botanic Garden.
† Paradise Lost, Book V. line 310.
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
1772 - 1834.
Fancy in Nubibus. Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee, Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
* In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance (1425) the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burnt to ashes, and these cast into the Swift, a neighboring brook running hard by, and “ thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon ; Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.” — FULLER, Church History, Sec. II. B. 4. Par. 53.
“ What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not weep. .... For though they digged up his body, burnt his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and
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