hermit there.

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_The Passions_. Line 1.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung.

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Filled with fury, rapt, inspired.

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'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.

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In notes by distance made more sweet.

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In hollow murmurs died away.

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O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!

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_Eclogue_ 1. Line 5.

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell;
'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

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_Ode on the Death of Thomson_.

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

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MARK AKENSIDE.
1721-1770.

_Epistle to Curio_.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

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NATHANIEL COTTON.
1721-1788.

_The Fireside_. St. 3.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;
And they are fools who roam:
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut--our home.

St. 13.

Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;
Its checkered paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we'll tread.

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JOHN HOME.
1722-1808.

_Douglas_. Act i. Sc. 1.

In the first days
Of my distracting grief, I found myself
As women wish to be who love their lords.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father fed his flocks.

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OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
1728-1774.

THE TRAVELLER.

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Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.

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Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.

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And learn the luxury of doing good.

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Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.

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Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.

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By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
The sports of children satisfy the child.

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But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

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So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
But bind him to his native mountains more.

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Alike all ages: dames of ancient d