Throw Egypts by and offer in its stead
Offer the crown on Berenices head Id
Falsely luxurious will not man awake
And springing from the bed of sloth enjoy
The cool the fragrant and the silent hour Thomson
Yet thus it is nor otherwise can be
So far from aught romantic what I sing Young
Thyself first know then love a self there is
Of virtue fond that kindles at her charms Id
How far that little candle throws his beams
So shines a good deed in a naughty world Shakspeare
You have too much respect upon the world
They lose it that do buy it with much care Id
How many things by season seasoned are
To their right praise and true perfection Id
Canst thou descend from converse with the skies
And seize thy brothers throat For what a clod Young
In two short precepts all your business lies
Would you be great—be virtuous and be wise Denham
But sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed
What then is the reward of virtue bread Pope
A life all turbulence and noise may seem
To him that leads it wise and to be praised
But wisdom is a pearl with most success
Sought in still waters and beneath clear skies Cowper
All but the swellings of the softened heart
That waken not disturb the tranquil mind Thomson
Inspiring God who boundless spirit all
And unremitting energy pervades
Adjusts sustains and agitates the whole Id
Ye ladies for indifferent in your cause
I should deserve to forfeit all applause
Whatever shocks or gives the least offence
To virtue delicacy truth or sense
Try the criterion tis a faithful guide
Nor has nor can have Scripture on its side. Cowper
EXERCISE VIII.—SCANNING.
Divide the following Verses into the feet which compose them, and distinguish by marks the long and the short syllables.
"There's Beauty all around our paths, if but our watchful eyes |
Can trace it 'midst familiar things, and through their lowly guise; |
We may find it where a hedgerow showers its blossoms o'er our way, |
Or a cottage-window sparkles forth in the last red light of day." |
"Early on a sunny morning, while the lark was singing sweet, |
Came, beyond the ancient farmhouse, sounds of lightly-tripping feet. |
'Twas a lowly cottage maiden, going,—why, let young hearts tell,— |
With her homely pitcher laden, fetching water from the well." |
Alone thou sitst above the everlasting hills
And all immensity of space thy presence fills:
For thou alone art God;—as God thy saints adore thee;
Jehovah is thy name;—they have no gods before thee.—G. Brown.
Example IV.—Impenitence.
The impenitent sinner whom mercy empowers,
Dishonours that goodness which seeks to restore;
As the sands of the desert are water'd by showers.
Yet barren and fruitless remain as before.—G. Brown.
Example V.—Piety.
Holy and pure are the pleasures of piety,
Drawn from the fountain of mercy and love;
Endless, exhaustless, exempt from satiety,
Rising unearthly, and soaring above.—G. Brown.