EGOTISM-SELF. 219 EGOTISM-SELF "Tis with our judgments as our watches ; none Are just alike, yet each believes his own. POPE'S Essay on Criticism To observations which ourselves we make, POPE'S Moral Essays. Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, The poor contents him with the care of heaven. POPE'S Moral Essays. The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. All men think all men mortal but themselves. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; To our own stronger errors blind. Self is the medium least refin'd of all, Through which opinion's searching beams can fall: For, as his own bright image he survey'd, How often, in this cold and bitter world, We MOORE From OVID. With all the wonders of external grace, CHURCHILL ELOQUENCE - ORATOR 22 ELOQUENCE - ORATOR. And when she spake Sweet words, like dropping honey, she did shed; A silver sound, that heavenly music seem'd to make. When he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, SHAKSPEARE. And aged ears play truant at his tales, SHAKSPEARE. Power above powers! O heavenly eloquence! re than all their swords! Of men's affections, His tongue DANIEL. Dropp'd manna, and could make the worst appear MILTON'S Paradise Lost. Men are more eloquent than women made, RANDOLPH Oh! speak that again! Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall, And charm me to my ruin. SOUTHERN Your words are like the notes of dying swans, Too sweet to last. DRYDEN 22-2 ELOQUENCE - ORATOR. As I listen'd to thee, The happy hours pass'd by us unperceiv'd, His words of learned length and thundering sound, ROWE GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village, Here rills of oily eloquence in soft -The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, And the loud laugh-I long to know them all. Were aw'd, and every though a silence hung, And wondering expectation. Thy words had such a melting flow, AKENSIDE. And spoke of truth so sweetly well, He scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource MOORE, BYRON'S Don Juan, Henry, the forest-born Demosthenes, BYRON'S Age of Bronze. ELOQUENCE-WISDOM, &c. His talk is the sweet extract of all speech, BAILEY'S Festus Thus stor'd with intellectual riches, TRUMBULL'S McFingal. Oh! as the bee upon the flower, I hang BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. His words seem'd oracles That pierc'd their bosoms; and each man would turn That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him. 228 Eloquence, that charms and burns, Startles, soothes, and wins, by turns. J. H. CLINCH. There's a charm in deliv'ry, a magical art, Now with a giant's might He heaves the ponderous thought, Now pours the storm of eloquence With scathing lightning fraught. MRS. A. B. WELBY, Vicksburg Whig. |