With eyes whose beams might shame a night MRS. ESLING's Broken Bracelet. Beauty in woman weaves a spell Around poor man's devoted heart, Her magic power who can resist? J. T. WATSON That beauteous dame, whose heavenly charms He look'd J. T. WATSON. With a rapt gaze of wild delight, For ne'er saw he so fair a sight. 4 J. T. WATSON, Plato himself had not survey'd, Unmov'd, such charms as she display'd. J. T. WATSON BEGGAR. He makes a beggar first, that first relieves him; HEYWOOD. BETTING-GAMBLING. Base worldlings, that despise all such as need; HEYWOOD. Beggar? the only free men of our commonwealth; Obey no governor, use no religion, But what they draw from their own ancient custom, Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, BROME. Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, 85 BETTING-GAMBLING. Would you, when thieves are known abroad, Would not the fool abet the stealth, Who rashly thus expos'd his wealth? In debts of play, Your honour suffers no delay; GAY'S Fubles And not this year's or next year's rent GAY's Fables. Look round, the wrecks of play behold, GAY's Fables Could fools to keep their own contrive. On what, on whom would gamesters thrive? Whene'er the gaming-board is set, If yet thou love game at so dear a rate, GAY's Fables. GAY's Fables. Learn this, that hath old gamesters dearly cost: Some play for gain; to pass time, others play HERBERT. HEATH. Most men, till by experience made sager, Will back their own opinion with a wager. BYRON. BIGOTRY. The good old man, too eager in dispute, Flew high; and, as his Christian fury rose, For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; DRYDEN. POPE'S Essay on Man. Christians have burn'd each other, well persuaded 'BYRON'S Don Juan. side Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my In the cause of mankind, if our creeds disagree? BIRDS. Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox bliss? No! perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this Mad as Christians used to be About the thirteenth century, There's lots of Christians to be had In this, the nineteenth, just as bad. MOORE. MOORE. BIRDS. Where dwelt the ghostly owl, Shrieking his baleful note, which ever drave SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. 87 Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, SHAKSPEARE. And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty. While the cock, with lively din, The noisy geese that gabbled in the pool. SHAKSPEARE. MILTON GOLDSMITH. 68 BIRDS. The heron Upon the bank of some small, purling brook, Every songster sings, SOMERVILE Tops the high bough, and clasps his glist'ning wings. I saw the expectant raven fly, Who scarce could wait till both should die, Ere his repast begun. DR. DWIGHT BYRON'S Mazeppa But his flaming eye dims not, his wing is unbow'd; W. H. BURLEIGH And the blue jay flits by, from tree to tree, Lone Whippoorwill; ISAAC M'LELLAN, There is much sweetness in thy fitful hymn, ISAAC M'LELLAN. Here look on the geese, as they nibble the grass- W. H. BURLEIGH. The winglets of the fairy humming-bird, The brown vultures of the woods W. C. BRYANT |