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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.
The mind's the standard of the man.
The Bastard. Line 7.
SIR SAMUEL TUKE.
Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.
Verses Written on a Window in Scotland.
Tender handed stroke a nettle,
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
'T is the same with common natures:
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
* 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
Spring. Line 1.
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal MildnessI come.
Summer. Line 47.
The Seasons — Continued,
Autumn. Line 204.
Winter. Line 1.
The Seasons — Continued.
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
Line 626. The kiss, snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
Hymn. Line 1.
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.