Save me and hover o'er me with your wings, And there an end: but now they rise again, The marshal and myself had cast Like sunbeam on the billow cast, Scott's Marmion. O speak, if voice thou hast! Joanna Baillie's Ethwald. Part II. A horrid spectre rises to my sight, Joanna Baillie's Ethwald. Part II. Why have they laid him there? Thomson's Sophonisba Ophelia.- My honour'd lord, you know right well, What is glory?-in the socket you did; And with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd They are the noblest benefits, and sink Jonson's Underwood. The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Byron. Our glories float between the earth and heaven Before I knew thee, Mary, Ambition was my angel. I did hear My days were visionary My nights were like the slumbers of the mad- Would I were in some lonely desert born, And ne'er one ray of hope or pleasure knew; Then had my soul been never taught to rise, Then had I never dream'd of power or fame; No pictur'd scene of bliss deceiv'd my eyes, Nor glory lighted in my breast its flame. GLUTTONY. Percival. And by his side rode loathsome gluttony, Spenser's Fairy Queen. Whose life's the table and the stage, Killegrew's Conspiracy. Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. Shaks. Love's Labour. Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace: Leave gormandizing. Shaks. Henry IV. Part II. For swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heaven amidst his gorgeous feast; But with besotted, base ingratitude rams, and blasphemes his feeder. Milton's Comus. Suine, as thou saw'st, by violent stroke shall die, By fire, flood, famine, by intemp'rance more In meats and drinks, which on the earth shall bring Diseases dire. Milton's Paradise Lost. The tankards foam; and the strong table groans Prompted by instinct's never-erring power, Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy: Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health Of light reflection, at the genial board A drowsy death creeps on th' expansive soul, Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health. Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honour's field, Still on their dinner turn Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home, And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword. Joanna Baillie's Basil GOD. God, who oft descends to visit men Milton's Paradise Lost. His steps are beauty, and his presence light. Spirit! whose life-sustaining presence fills Mrs. Hemans's Poems. God of my fathers! holy, just, and good! GOLD. 'Tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; Pollock's Course of Time. Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man: Maker! Preserver! my Redeemer! God! what Can it not do, and undo? Shaks. Cymbeline. On earth but Thee, whom should I praise, whom O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce love? For thou hast brought me hitherto, upheld Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Pollock's Course of Time. And mak'st them kiss! and speak'st with every In all its awful brevity, hath nought Bailey's Festus. Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts Praise to our Father-God, tongue, To every purpose! Shaks. Timon of Athens. Why this Will buy your priests and servants from your sides; Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Shaks Timon of Athens. High praise in solemn lay, And what it takes away. One hymn more, O my lyre! with care, Their bones with industry. Shaks. Henry IV. Part II. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, Mrs. Sigourney. That daily break-vow; he that wins of all, Whittier's Poems. The hand of God Has written legibly that man may know The glory of the Maker. Henry Ware, Jr. All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Falls to revolt, when gold becomes her object! Except the love of God, which shall live and last But scarce observ'd, the knowing and the bold, And crowds with crimes the records of mankind: For gold, his sword the hireling ruffian draws, For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; Wealth, heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys, The dangers gather as the treasures rise. Dr. Johnson's Vanity of Human Wishes. Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold. Pope's Essay on Man. For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor. Burns. Thou more than stone of the philosopher! | Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind, To gain thee, men barter eternity's crown, Searcher of gold, whose days and nights GOODNESS. J. O. Rockwell. Is strong that trusts in goodness and shows clearly 'The plague of gold strikes far and near, The chamber where the good man meets his fate, We cheer the pale gold-diggers,— Each soul is worth so much on 'change, And mark'd, like sheep, with figures. Miss Barrett. O, knew I the spell of gold, 1 would bind no wreath to my forehead free, Willis's Poems. Ours is the land and age of gold, And ours the hallow'd time. Good, Only, is great, and generous, and fruitful. Grenville Mellen. Bailey's Festus. |