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RIGHT-RIVERS.

2. I can bear scorpions' stings, tread fields of fire;
In frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie;

Be toss'd aloft through tracts of endless void
But cannot live in shame.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

3. For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

RIGHT. (See INJUSTICE.)

RIVERS.

1. See the rivers - how they run

Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,

Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,

Wave succeeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life, to endless sleep.

DYER'S Gronger Hill.

2. O! I have thought, and, thinking, sigh'd,

3.

-

How like to thee, thou restless tide,
May be the lot, the life of him
Who roams along thy water's brim!
Through what alternate shades of woe
And flowers of joy, my path may go!
How many an humble, still retreat
May rise to court my weary feet,
While, still pursuing, still unblest,
I wander on, nor dare to rest!

-The channels worn

By ever-flowing streams - arteries of earth,
That, widely branching, circulate its blood;
Whose ever-throbbing pulses are the tides.

MOORE.

THOMAS WARD.

4. But thou, unchang'd from year to year,

5.

Gayly shalt play and glitter here;
Amid young flowers and tender grass,
Thine endless infancy shalt pass;
And, singing down thy narrow glen,
Shall mock the fading race of men.

W. C. BRYANT.

Who may trace the ways that ye have taken,
Ye streams and drops? who separate ye all,
And find the many places ye 've forsaken,

To come and rush together down the fall?

MISS HANNAH F. GOULD.

6. So blue yon winding river flows,
It seems an outlet from the sky,
Where, waiting till the west wind blows,

The freighted clouds at anchor lie.

1. Here laden carts with thundering wagons meet, Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow street. GAY'S Trivia.

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RURAL SCENES, &c.

2. At eve the ploughman leaves the task of day,
And, trudging homeward, whistles on the way:
And the big-udder'd cows with patience stand,
⚫ And wait the strokings of the damsel's hand.

GAY'S Rural Sports.

3. See yon gay goldfinch hop from spray to spray,
Who sings a farewell to the parting day;
At large he flies, o'er hill, and dale and down:
Is not each bush, each spreading tree his own?
And canst thou think he'll quit his native brier
For the bright cage o'erarch'd with golden wire?

GAY'S Dione.

4. Here, too, dwells simple truth; plain innocence;
Unsullied beauty; sound, unbroken youth,
Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd;"
Health ever blooming; unambitious toil;
Calm contemplation, and poetic ease.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

5. Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ;
There as I pass'd with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften'd from below:
The swain responsive to the milkmaid sung;
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool;
The playful children, just let loose from school;
The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind: -
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

6. Yellow sheaves from rich Ceres the cottage had crown'd, Green rushes were strew'd on the floor;

The casement's sweet woodbine crept wantonly round,
And deck'd the sod seats at the door.

CUNNINGHAM.

7. God made the country, and man made the town.

8. Adieu, the city's ceaseless hum,

COWPER'S Task.

The haunts of sensual life adieu!
Green fields, and silent glens! we come
To spend this bright spring day with you!

J. ALDRICH.

9. O! how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which nature to her votary yields?
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields?

10. Anon, to change the homely scene, Lest it pall while too serene,

To the gay city we remove,

BEATTIE'S Minstrel.

Where other things there are to love,
And, grac'd by novelty, we find

The city's concourse to our mind.

From the Spanish.

11. The cold, heartless city, with its forms
And dull routine; its artificial manners,
And arbitrary rules; its cheerless pleasures,
And mirthless masquing.

SABBATH.

J. N. BARKER.

1. How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour; hush'd

The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.
The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath
Of tedded grass, mingled with faded flowers,
That yesternoon bloom'd waving in the breeze.
The faintest sound attracts the ear— the hum
Of early bee-the trickling of the dew-
The distant bleating midway up the hill.
Calmness seems thron'd on yon unmoving hill.
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GRAHAME

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SADNESS - SAFETY - SAILING.

2. With dove-like wings peace o'er yon village broods;
The dizzing mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din
Has ceas'd-all, all around is quietness.

3. Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day : On other days the man of toil is doom'd

To eat his joyless bread, lonely—the ground

GRAHAME.

Both seat and board - screen'd from the winter's cold
And summer's heat, by neighbouring hedge of tree;
But on this day, embosom'd in his home,

He shares the frugal meal with those he loves.

SADNESS. (See CARE.)

GRAHAME.

SAFETY.

1. From a safe port 't is easy to give counsel.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. But when men think they most in safety stand, The greatest peril often is at hand.

DRAYTON.

3. What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore; Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

4 Happy were men, if they but understood There is no safety but in doing good.

HERRICK.

FOUNTAIN.

SAILING SHIP.

1. You might have seen the frothy billows fry Under the ship, as thorough them she went,

That seem'd the waves were unto ivory,

Or ivory unto the waves were sent.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.