62 AUTUMN - SPRING - WINTER, &c. Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age, 2. See, winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; Vapours, and clouds, and storms. DRYDEN'S Ovid. THOMSON'S Seasons. 3. As yet the trembling year is unconfin'd, THOMSON'S Seasons. 4. But see, the fading many-colour'd woods, THOMSON'S Seasons. 5. From bright'ning fields of ether, fair disclos'd, THOMSON'S Seasons. .... 6. O winter! ruler of the inverted year, COWPER'S Task. 7. Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid, And parting Summer ling'ring blooms delay'd. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 8. And winter, lingering, chills the lap of spring. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 9. Fain would my muse the flowing treasure sing, And humble glories of the youthful spring. POPE. 10. Where summer's beauty 'midst of winter stays, And winter's coolness, spite of summer's rays. POPE. 11. Eternal Spring, with smiling verdure, here GARTH. 12. But mighty nature bounds as from her birth. BYRON'S Lara. 13. The merry May hath pleasant hours, and dreamily they glide, As if they floated, like the leaves, upon a silver tide; The trees are full of crimson buds, the woods are full of birds, And the waters flow to music, like a tune with pleasant words. 14. The keen north-west, that heaps the drifted snow. DAVID HUMPHREYS. 15. The sultry summer past, September comes, 16. And the meridian sun, CARLOS WILCOX. Most sweetly smiling with attemper'd beams, 17. The melancholy days are o'er, CARLOS WILCOX. W. C. BRYANT. 64 AUTUMN-SPRING-WINTER, &c. 18. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, 19. The world leads round the seasons in a choir, 20. The gentle gales of Spring went by, And fruits and flowers of summer die ; J. BRAINARD. J. G. PERCIVAL. GOODRICH. 21. What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings Of fair sunny glades where the buttercup springs, MRS. A. B. WELBY. 22. The bleak wind whistles-snow-showers, far and near, 23. Hark! through the dim woods dying With a moan, Faintly the winds are sighing;— Summer's gone! MRS. NORTON. MRS. NORTON. 24. First budding Spring appears, next Summer's heat, Then Autumn's fruits, then Winter's cold and sleet. J. T. WATSON. 25. Then rugged Winter his appearance makes, Cloth'd in his cheerless robes of snow and frost, And vegetation all the land forsakes, And flowers decay, and all Spring's fruits are lost. J. T. WATSON. 1. AVARICE-BRIBERY-MISER. Shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? 2. The miser lives alone, abhorr'd by all, Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped, SHAKSPEARE. But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts 3. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour, ground, or reason there can be; MAY. 4. Who thinketh to buy villany with gold, DENHAM. 6* MARSTON. 66 AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER. 5. But the base miser starves amidst his store, Broods o'er his gold, and griping still at more, Sits sadly pining, and believes he's poor. 6. The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorselessThe last corruption of degenerate man. DRYDEN. DR. JOHNSON's Irene. 7. 'Tis strange the miser should his care employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy. POPE'S Moral Essays. 8. Their crimes on gold shall misers lay GAY'S Fables. 9. Oh cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake BLAIR'S Grave. 10. Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store, 11. DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. The love of gold, that meanest rage, 12. Oh gold! why call we misers miserable? Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall; MOORE. BYRON'S Don Juan. |