| Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.|
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 1.|
| Base Envy withers at anothers joy,|
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 283.|
| But who can paint|
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 465.|
| Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears|
Her snaky crest.
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 996.|
| Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,|
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149.|
| An elegant sufficiency, content,|
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
| The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158.|
| The meek-eyd Morn appears, mother of dews.|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 47.|
| Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 67.|
| But yonder comes the powerful king of day,|
Rejoicing in the east.
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 81.|
| Ships dim-discoverd dropping from the clouds.|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 946.||
| And Mecca saddens at the long delay.|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 979.|
| For many a day, and many a dreadful night,|
Incessant labring round the stormy cape.
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003.|
| Sighd and lookd unutterable things.|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188.|
| A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate|
Of mighty monarchs.
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285.|
| So stands the statue that enchants the world,|
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346.|
| Who stemmd the torrent of a downward age.|
| The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516.|
| Autumn nodding oer the yellow plain.|
| The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2.|
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadornd, adornd the most. 1
| The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204.|
| He saw her charming, but he saw not half|
The charms her downcast modesty conceald.
| The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229.|
| For still the world prevaild, and its dread laugh,|
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
| The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233.|
| See, Winter comes to rule the varied year. 2|
| The Seasons. Winter. Line 1.|
| Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.|
| The Seasons. Winter. Line 393.|
| There studious let me sit,|
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
| The Seasons. Winter. Line 431.|
| The kiss, snatchd hasty from the sidelong maid.|
| The Seasons. Winter. Line 625.|
| These as they change, Almighty Father! these|
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.
| Hymn. Line 1.|
| Shade, unperceivd, so softening into shade.|
| Hymn. Line 25.|
| From seeming evil still educing good.|
| Hymn. Line 114.|
| Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.|
| Hymn. Line 118.|
| A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,|
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hoverd nigh;
But whateer smackd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expelld from this delicious nest.
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6.|
| O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,|
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 26.|
| Placd far amid the melancholy main.|
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30.|
| Scoundrel maxim.|
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30.|
| A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.|
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68.|
| A little round, fat, oily man of God.|
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 69.|
| I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:|
You cannot rob me of free Natures grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3.|
| Health is the vital principle of bliss,|
And exercise, of health.
| The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 55.|
| Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove|
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
| Whoeer amidst the sons|
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
Displays distinguishd merit, is a noble
Of Natures own creating.
| Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3.|
| O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O! 3|
| Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2.|
| When Britain first, at Heavens command,|
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.
| Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5.|