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Boisterous and gentle sounds.'
Two craggy rocks projecting to the main,
The roarings winds tempestuous rage restrain :
Within, the waves in softer murmurs glide ; .
And ships secure without their haulsers ride.

Laborious and impetuous motion.
With many a weary step, and many a groan, .
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone :
The huge round stone resulting with a bound, . .,
Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the
ground.

Regular and slow movement.
First march the heavy mules securely slow;
O’er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.

Motion slow and difficult. '
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length alonga

A rock torn from the brow of a mountain. Still gath'ring force, it smokes, and urg'd amain, Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the

plain.

Extent and violence of the waves.
The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide-rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore:

Pensive numbers.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.

Battle.
- Arms on armour clashing bray'd
Horrible discord ; and the madding whcels
Of brazen fury rag'd.

Sound imitating reluctance. . For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing, ling’ring look behind ?

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SECTION VI.

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Connubial affection.
The love that cheers life's latest stage,
Proot against sickness and old age,
Preserv'd by virtue from declension
Becomes not weary of attention :
But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspired the flame, decays.
'Tis gentle, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate, or blind;
And will with sympathy endure
Those evils it would gladly cure.
But angry, coarse, and harsh expression,
Shows love to be a mere profession;
Proves that the heart is none of his,
Or soon expels him if it is.

Swarms of Aying insects.
Thick in yon 'stream of light a thousand ways,
Upward and downward, thwarting and convolv’d,
The quiv'ring nations sport; till tempest-wing'd,
Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day.
Ev’n so, luxurious men, unheeding, pass
An idle summer life, in fortune's shine,
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on,
From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;
Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of life, i

Beneficence its own reward.
My fortune (for l'll mention all,
and more than you dare tell) is small;
Yet ev'ry friend partakes my store,
And want goes smiling from my door.
Will forty shillings warm the breast
Of worth or industry distress'd ?
This sum I cheerfully impart;
'Tis fourscore pleasures to my heart :
And you may make, by means like these,
Five talents ten, whene'er you please.
'Tis trui, my little purse grows light;
But then I sleep so sweet at night!
This grand specific will prevail,
When all the doctor's opiates tail.

Virtue the best treasure.
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of Heav’n : a happiness
That, even above the smiles and frowns of fate,
Exalts great nature's favourites : a wealth
That ne'er encumbers ; nor to bastr hands
Can be transferr’d. It is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.
Riches are oft hy guilt and baseness earn’d.
But for one end, one much-neglected use,
Are riches worth our care; (for nature's wants
Are few, and without opulence supplied ;)
This noble end is, to produce the soul;
To show ihe virtues in their fairest light;
And make humanity the minister
Of bounteous Providence.

Contemplation. As yet'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, Slow mueting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious night,

And contemplation her sedate compeer;
Let me shake off th’ intrusive cares of day,
And lay the meddling senses all aside.

Where now, ye lying vanities of life!
Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train!
Where are you now? and what is your amount ?
Vexation, disappointment, and remorse.
Sad, sick’ning thought! And yet, deluded man,
A scene of crude disjointed visions past,
And broken slambers, rises still resolv’d,
With new flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round.

Pleasure of piety. A Deity believ'd, is joy begun; A Deity ador'd, is joy acivanc'd ; A Deity belov’d, is joy matur'd. Each branch of piety delight inspires: Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next,. O’er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides; Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still ; . Pray'r ardent opens heav'n, lets down a stream.. Of glory, on the consecrated hour Of.man in audience with the Deity. .

CHAPTER II.

MARRATIVE PIECES.

SECTION I.

The bears and the bees.

A1 S two young bears, in wanton mood,
Forth issuing from a neighbouring wood,
Came where th' industrious bees had stor’d,
In artful cells, their luscious hoard ;
O'erjoy'd they seiz'd, with eager haste,
Luxurious on the rich repast.
Alarm'd at this, the little crew
About their ears vindictive flew.
The beasts, unable to sustain
Th' unequal combat, quit the plain ;
Half-blind with rage, and mad with pain,
Their native shelter they regain;
'There sit, and now discreeter grown,
Too late their rashness they bemoan;
And this by dear experience gain,
That pleasure's ever bought with pain.
So when the gilded baits of vice
Are plac'd before our longing eyes,
With greedy haste we snatch our fill,
"And swallow down the latent ill :
But when experience opes our eyes,

Away the fancied pleasure flies. . It flies, but oh! too late we find, It leaves a real sting behind.

MERRICK

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