|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Blair. (16991746) (continued)|
| The cup goes round:|
And who so artful as to put it by!
T is long since Death had the majority.
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 449.|
| The good he scornd|
Stalkd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between. 1
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.|
|James Thomson. (17001748)|
| 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.|