SATIRE.

1. I'm one whose whip of steel can with a lash
Imprint the characters of shame so deep,
Even in the brazen forehead of proud sin,
That not eternity shall wear it out.

2. Instructive satire! true to virtue's cause! Thou shining supplement of public laws!

RANDOLPH.

3. If satire charms, strike faults, but spare the man;
"Tis dull to be as witty as you can.

Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high;
Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dart,
Good-breeding sends the satire to the heart.

4. Curs'd be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe,
Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear,
Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear.

5. When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing,
Short is her life, and impotent her sting;
But when to truth allied, the wound she gives
Sinks deep, and to remoter ages lives.

YOUNG.

YOUNG.

POPE.

CHURCHILL.

6. Prepare for rhyme - I'll publish, right or wrong; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

BYRON'S English Bards, &c.

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SCENERY-SCEPTICISM – UNBELIEF.

SCENERY.

1. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, Through life to dwell delighted here;

Nor could on earth a spot be found,

To Nature and to me so dear.

4. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And clothes the mountain in its azure hue.

5. Amid the ancient forests of a land,
Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand.

CAMPBELL.

W. H. BURLEIGH.

6. How softly that green bank sloped down from the hill
To the spot where the fountain grew suddenly still!
How cool was the shadow the long branches gave,
As they hung from the willow, and dipp'd in the wave!
And then each pale lily, that slept in the stream,

Rose and fell with a wave, as if stirr'd by a dream.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

2. But you are learn'd; in volumes deep you sit;
Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords
Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout,
Frozen at heart, while speculation shines.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

3. A Christian is the highest style of man;
And is there who the blessed cross wipes off
As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow?
If angels tremble, 't is at such a sight.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

4. Hast never seen the death-bed of th' unbeliever? "T was anguish, terror, darkness without bow: But O, it had a most convincing tongue,

A potent oratory, that secur'd

Most mute attention.

POLLOK'S Course of Time.

5. A fugitive from heaven and prayer,
He mock'd at all religious fear,
Deep-scienc'd in the mazy lore
Of mad Philosophy.

From Horace.

SCHOOL-TEACHER.

1. Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way,
With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

2. A man severe he was, and stern to view:
I knew him well, and every truant knew.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd;
Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught,

The love he bore to learning was a fault.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

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SCIENCE-SENSITIVENESS, &c.

3. Delightful task, to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast!

THOMSON'S Seasons.

4. Oh! ye who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

upon all occasions;

I pray ye, flog them

1. Where glow exalted sense and taste refin'd,
There keener anguish rankles in the mind;
There feeling is diffus'd through every part,
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart.

HANNAH MORE.

2. Dearly bought, the hidden treasure

Finer feelings can bestow!

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,

Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

3. Upon my lute there is one string

Broken; the chords were drawn too fast;

My heart is like that string-it tried

Too much, and snapt in twain at last.

SEPARATION.-(See ABSENCE.)

BURNS.

SERVILITY-SLAVERY.

1. And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.

To hurl the rooted mountain from its base,
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men
Determin'd to be free.

3. I would not imitate the petty thought,

SHAKSPEARE.

SOUTHEY.

Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,
For all the glory your conversion brought,
Since gold alone should not have been its price.

4. And thus they plod in sluggish misery,

Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,
Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,

Bequeathing their hereditary rage

To a new race of unborn slaves.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

SHAME. (See RIDICULE.)

SHIP. (See SAILING.)