SATIRE. 1. I'm one whose whip of steel can with a lash 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; Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high; 4. Curs'd be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, 5. When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, 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. 478 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, CAMPBELL. W. H. BURLEIGH. 6. How softly that green bank sloped down from the hill 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; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 3. A Christian is the highest style of man; 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, From Horace. SCHOOL-TEACHER. 1. Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 2. A man severe he was, and stern to view: The love he bore to learning was a fault. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 480 SCIENCE-SENSITIVENESS, &c. 3. Delightful task, to rear the tender thought, 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, 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, 3. I would not imitate the petty thought, SHAKSPEARE. SOUTHEY. Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice, 4. And thus they plod in sluggish misery, Rotting from sire to son, and age to age, Bequeathing their hereditary rage To a new race of unborn slaves. BYRON. BYRON'S Childe Harold. SHAME. (See RIDICULE.) SHIP. (See SAILING.) |