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Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Gently falling on thy head.
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Horæ Lyrica. Book ii.
The mind's the standard of the man.
The Bastard. Line 7. He lives to build, not boast a generous race: No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
The Parting Kiss.
Drop a tear and bid adieu ;
Till we meet shall pant for you.
SIR SAMUEL TUKE.
Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.
Epilogue to Zara.
Verses Written on a Window in Scotlund.
And it stings you for your pains ;
And it soft as silk remains.
'T is the same with common natures :
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
And the rogues obey you well.
* The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury :
" Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will ?
But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought,
Summer. Line 47.
The Seasons - Continued.
Line 946. Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
So stands the statue that enchants the world,
Autumn. Line 204.
Line 233. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Winter. Line 1.
Line 626. The kiss, snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
Hymn. Line 1. These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee.
From seeming evil still educing good.
Line 118. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
Castle of Indolence.
Canto i. St. 69. A little round, fat, oily man of God.
Act ii. Sc. 5.