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THIS, my long suffering and day of grace,
Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect.
Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn
To think how modest worth neglected lies; While partial fame doth with her hosts adorn
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, mischievous emprise.-Shenstone.
WITH news the time's in labour, and throws forth Each minute some. Shakspere.
The rabble gather round the man of news,
Some tell, some hear, some judge of news, some make it, And he that lies most loud, is most believ'd.
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge,
Cowper. The news!-there scarcely is a word, I'll venture here to say, That o'er men's thoughts and fancies holds more universal sway; The old, the young, the grave, the gay, the wealthy and the poor,
All wish on each succeeding day, to hear it o'er and o'er,
DARK night, that from the eye its function takes,
The diligence of trade and noiseful gain,
And luxury, more late asleep were laid: All was the night's, and in her silent reign
No sound the rest of nature did invade.-Dryden.
Now night her course began, and over heaven
-The approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck the glade, And the low sun has lengthen'd every shade.-Pope.
This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness,
O, treach'rous night!
Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason,
Hail eldest Night! Mother of human fear!
All was so still, so soft, in earth and air,
BORN with as much nobility as would,
Whoe'er amidst the sons
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
How shall we call those noble who disgrace
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.
Burns! thou hast given us a name
To shield us from the taunts of scorn;
We stand with an uplifted brow;
Room for a noble man to pass!
NOISE. NONSENSE. NOOK.
ON our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals, ere we can effect them.
Those terrors that thou speak'st of did me none,
A lasting noise, as horrid and as loud
As no tricks on the rope but those that break,
For nonsense being neither false nor true,
And, when it has a while been us'd, of course
As if it had at first been understood.
A little nonsense now and then
THERE as in shade and solitude I wander
Through the green aisles, or, stretched upon the sod, Awed by the silence, reverently ponder
The ways of God;— Your voiceless lips, oh flowers! are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers
From loneliest nook.
NOON. NOTHING. NOVELTY.
WE expect the morning red in vain;
'Tis black in storm, or red in lightning fire.-Prior.
The sun, from out his southern bower,
MIGHTY states, characterless, are grated
Nothing, thou elder brother ev'n to shade!
Or all the passions that possess mankind,
For ever seeking some new thing,
Alike the foolish and the sage,
In eager hot pursuit engage.