ives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
* * * * *
_The Gamester_. Act iii. Sc. 4.
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time
has not cropt the roses from your cheek,
though sorrow long has washed them.
* * * * *
WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
1714-1763.
_Written on the Window of an Inn_.
Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
His warmest welcome at an inn.
_Jemmy Dawson_.
For seldom shall you hear a tale
So sad, so tender, and so true.
* * * * *
_The Schoolmistress_.
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
* * * * *
JOHN BROWN.
1715-1766.
_Barbarossa_. Act. v. Sc. 3.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,
That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.
* * * * *
DAVID GARRICK.
1716-1779.
_Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th of June_.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
_On the Death of Mr. Pelham_.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose race is run.
* * * * *
THOMAS GRAY.
1716-1771.
_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College_.
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayed,
A stranger yet to pain!
* * * * *
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
* * * * *
No more: where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.
* * * * *
_Progress of Poesy_.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
* * * * *
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
* * * * *
_The Bard_.
Give ample room, and verge enough.
* * * * *
Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
* * * * *
_Eleg
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