2. So ships in winter seas now sliding sink Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high Ride on the billows, and defy the storm. 3. Behold the threaden sails, SOMERVILE'S Chase. Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, SHAKSPEARE. 4. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, BYRON'S Childe Harold. 5. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, BYRON'S Childe Harold. 6. She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. BYRON'S Corsair. 7. The cloven billow flash'd from off her prow, In furrows form'd by that majestic plough. BYRON'S Island. 8. She comes majestic with her swelling sails, SOUTHEY. SAILOR. 1. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, BYRON'S Corsair. 476 SATIETY- SURFEIT. 2. Long have they voyag'd o'er the distant seas; And watch'd all-anxious every wind that blows. 3. I love the sailor; - his eventful life SOUTHEY. His generous spirit-his contempt of danger- SATIETY-SURFEIT. 1. As surfeit is the father of much fast, SHAKSPEARE. 2. They surfeited with honey; and began 3. Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deem'd, before his little day was done, One blast might chill him into misery. SHAKSPEARE. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 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, 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. SCEPTICISM - UNBELIEF. 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; . . . . Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords 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? 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: GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. |