2. So lilies in a glass enclose The glass will seem as white as those. 3. 'Tis hard, where dulness overrules, To keep good sense in crowds of fools; 4. Then must I plunge again into the crowd COWLEY. DEAN SWIFT. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 5. Then as we never met before, and never, 6. Like the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun, BYRON. MOORE's Lalla Rookh. 1. 2. ASTONISHMENT-SURPRISE. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, THOMSON'S Seasons. He stood Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, THOMSON'S Seasons. 3. Were his eyes open? Yes, and his mouth too;— BYRON'S Don Juan. 60 AUTHORS-WRITERS. 4. A war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, Than he who heard that vow display'd. BYRON's Bride of Abydos. AUTHORS-WRITERS. 1. How many great ones may remember'd be, 2. No gentle wits, through pride or covetize, SPENSER'S Ruins of Time. He that writes, Or makes a feast, more certainly invites 3. Much thou hast said, which I know when SIR R. HOWARD. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 4. Authors are judg'd by strange capricious rules; The great ones are thought mad, the small ones fools; For fools are only laugh'd at—wits are hated. POPE. 5. Some write, confin'd by physic; some, by debt; Some, for 't is Sunday; some, because 't is wet; Another writes because his father writ, And proves himself a bastard by his wit. 6. None but an author knows an author's cares, Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears. 7. Our doctor thus, with stuff'd sufficiency YOUNG. COWPER. MOORE. 8. One hates an author that's all author, fellows In foolscap uniform turn'd up with ink; So very anxious, clever, fine and jealous, One don't know what to say to them, or think, These unquench'd snuffings of the midnight taper. BYRON'S Beppo. 1. Perceivest thou not the process of the year, How the four seasons in four forms appear? 62 AUTUMN-SPRING-WINTER, &c. Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age, 2. See, winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; Vapours, and clouds, and storms. DRYDEN'S Ovid. THOMSON'S Seasons. 3. As yet the trembling year is unconfin'd, THOMSON'S Seasons. 4. But see, the fading many-colour'd woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Embrown. THOMSON'S Seasons. 5. From bright'ning fields of ether, fair disclos'd, THOMSON'S Seasons. .... 6. O winter! ruler of the inverted year, COWPER'S Task. 7. Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid, And parting Summer ling'ring blooms delay'd. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 8. And winter, lingering, chills the lap of spring. GOLDSMITH's Traveller. 9. Fain would my muse the flowing treasure sing, And humble glories of the youthful spring. POPE. 10. Where summer's beauty 'midst of winter stays, And winter's coolness, spite of summer's rays. POPE. 11. Eternal Spring, with smiling verdure, here GARTH. 12. But mighty nature bounds as from her birth. BYRON'S Lara. 13. The merry May hath pleasant hours, and dreamily they As if they floated, like the leaves, upon a silver tide ; The trees are full of crimson buds, the woods are full of birds, And the waters flow to music, like a tune with pleasant words. 14. The keen north-west, that heaps the drifted snow. DAVID HUMPHREYS. 15. The sultry summer past, September comes, 16. And the meridian sun, CARLOS WILCOX. Most sweetly smiling with attemper'd beams, 17. The melancholy days are o'er, CARLOS WILCOX. W. C. BRYANT. |