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1. "Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Are just alike, yet each believes his own.
POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 2. To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for the observer's sake. POPE'S Moral Essays.
3. Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
The fool is happy that he knows no more;
4. The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels, More generous sorrow, while it sinks, exalts ; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang.
YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.
5. All men think all men mortal but themselves.
6. In other men we faults can spy,
7. For none more likes to hear himself converse.
8. What exile from himself can flee?
9. Oh! wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us!
BYRON'S Don Juan.
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
10. Self is the medium least refin'd of all,
Through which opinion's searching beams can fall :
11. For, as his own bright image he survey'd,
12. How often, in this cold and bitter world,
1. The feeling heart, simplicity of life, And elegance, and taste.
2. Trifles themselves are elegant in him.
3. To these resistless grace impart,
That look of sweetness, form'd to please,
Miss L. E. LANDON.
4. With all the wonders of external grace,
And when she spake,
Sweet words, like dropping honey, she did shed;
A silver sound, that heavenly music seem'd to make.
When he speaks,
3. And aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
4. Power above powers! O heavenly eloquence!
Of men's affections, more than all their swords!
6. Men are more eloquent than women made, But women are more powerful to persuade.
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worst appear
Oh! speak that again!
Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall,
MILTON'S Paradise Lost.
8. Your words are like the notes of dying swans, Too sweet to last.
ELOQUENCE - ORATOR.
As I listen'd to thee,
10. His words of learned length and thundering sound,
11. Here rills of oily eloquence in soft Meanders lubricate the course they take.
-The grand debate,
The popular harangue, the tart reply,
13. For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
My listening powers
Were aw'd, and every thought in silence hung,
15. Thy words had such a melting flow,
And spoke of truth so sweetly well,
16. He scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource To which embarrass'd people have recourse.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
17. Henry, the forest-born Demosthenes, Whose thunder shook the Philip of the seas. BYRON'S Age of Bronze.
EDUCATION - WISDOM, &c.
18. His talk is the sweet extract of all speech,
19. Thus stor'd with intellectual riches,
20. Oh! as the bee upon the flower, I hang
His words seem'd oracles
That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would turn
22. Eloquence, that charms and burns,
J. H. CLINCH.
23. There's a charm in deliv'ry, a magical art,
MRS. A. B. WELBY.