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5. Tho' modest, on his unembarrass'd brow

Nature had written "Gentleman."

BYRON'S Don Juan.

GHOST-SUPERSTITION.

1. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us !—
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou comest in such questionable shape

That I will speak to thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!

3. I can call up spirits from the vasty deep.-
-Why so can I, or so can any man;

4.

SHAKSPEARE.

But will they come, when you do call for them?

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

SHAKSPEARE.

Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names,
And sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

MILTON'S Comus.

5. They gather round, and wonder at the tale
Of horrid apparition, tall and ghostly,
That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
O'er some new-open'd grave, and (strange to tell,)
Evanishes at crowing of the cock.

BLAIR'S Grave.

6. For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease Assume what sexes and what shapes they please.

POPE.

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GHOST - SUPERSTITION.

7. Matrons who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

8. A horrid spectre rises to my sight,

Close by my side, and plain and palpable,
In all good seeming and close circumstance,
As man meets man.

CHURCHILL.

9.

'Tis a history

JOANNA BAILLIE.

Handed from ages down; a nurse's tale,

Which children, open-ey'd and mouth'd, devour;
And thus, as garrulous ignorance relates,
We learn it and believe.

10. An undefin'd and sudden thrill,

SOUTHEY'S Thalaba.

That makes the heart a moment still-
Then beat with quicker pulse, asham'd
Of that strange sense its silence fram'd.

BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.

11. He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers When he can't tell what 't is that doth appal.

How odd a single hobgoblin's nonentity

Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity!

BYRON'S Don Juan.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

12. Grim reader! did you ever see a ghost?

13. And not in vain he listen’d: Hush!—what's that?

I see I see

-Ah no! 't is not-yet 't is

Ye powers! it is the-the-the-Pooh! the cat!
The devil may take that stealthy pace of his!

BYRON'S Don Juan.

14. Of clanking fetters-low, mysterious groans-
Blood-crusted daggers, and uncoffin'd bones-
Pale gliding ghosts, with fingers dropping gore-
And blue flames dancing round a dungeon door.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

GLOOM. (See CARE.)

GLORY. (See AMBITION.)

GLUTTONY.-(See DRINKING.)

GOD-PROVIDENCE.

1. There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them as we will.

2. The glorious Author of the universe,

SHAKSPEARE.

Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds,
And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds!
GAY'S Rural Sports

3. God, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone

Gives light to all; bids the great system move,
And changing seasons in their turns advance,
Unmov'd, unchang'd himself.

SOMERVILE'S Chase

4. Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

POPE'S Essay on Man.

5. All nature is but art, unknown to thee,
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see,
All discord, harmony not understood,

All partial evil, universal good;

And, spite of pride-in erring reason's spite,
One thing is clear-whatever is, is right.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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GOD-PROVIDENCE.

6. O, all-preparing Providence divine!

In thy large book what secrets are enroll'd?
What sundry helps doth thy great power assign,

To prop the course which thou intend'st to hold!

7. Go, mark the matchless working of the Power
That shuts within the seed the future flower;
Bids these in elegance of form excel,
In colour these, and those delight the smell;
Sends nature forth, the daughter of the skies,
To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

8. Yes, thou art ever present, Power Divine !

DRAYTON.

Not circumscrib'd by time, nor fix'd to space,
Confin'd to altars, nor to temples bound.
In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains,
In dungeons, or on thrones, the faithful find Thee.

9. The Lord! how tender is his tear!

His justice how august!

Hence all her fears my soul derives,

There anchors all her trust!

10. O Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be,

11.

If, when deceiv'd and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

Who spoke creation into birth,

COWPER.

HANNAH MORE.

DR. DARWIN.

MOORE.

Arch'd the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth;

Who form'd a pathway for the obedient sun,

And bade the seasons in their circles run;
Who fill'd the air, the forest, and the flood,

And gave man all for comfort, or for good.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

12. Below, above, o'er all he dares to rove,

In all finds God, and finds that God all love.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

13. How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful is man!
How passing wonder He, who made him such!

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

GOLD-WEALTH, &c.

1. Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

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But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend;
It raises armies in a nation's aid,

But bribes a Senate, and a land's betray'd.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

5. Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace, If not, by any means get wealth and place.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

6. To whom can riches give repute or trust, Content, or pleasure, but the good and just?

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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