Others for language all their care express, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. True ease, in writing, comes from art, not chance, POPE'S Essay on Criticism Talk as you will of taste, my friend, you'll find POPE'S Imitations. Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, A man must serve his time at ev'ry trade, Shrink not from blasphemy-'t will pass for wit; COWPER BYRON'S English Bards, &c. Applauds to-day what yesterday he curst, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity Do not insult calamity; It is a barbarous grossness to lay on Thou shalt behold him stretch'd in all the agonies DANIEL.. OTWAY'S Venice Preserved. Bring forth the rack: Fetch hither cords, and knives, and sulphurous flames; He shall be bound and gash'd, his skin fleec'd, burnt alive; He shall be hours, days, years, a-dying! NAT. LEE. Wire-draw his skin, spin all his nerves like hair, And work his tortur'd flesh as thin as flame. NAT. LEE. I reverence the coachman who cries "Gee," Rejected Addresses 166 CRUELTY - TORTURE. The savage brute, that haunts in woods remote, If hunger, or some injury, provoke not. Oh! rather fail this ardent breath, ROWE. MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou His was the sternest, hardest breast MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou, Thy suing to these men were as the bleating Of seamen to the surge. BYRON'S Marino Faliero And ponder still BYRON'S Corsair. On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill. A saint had cried out, Even with the crown of glory in his eyes, At such inhuman artifice of pain As was forc'd on him. BYRON'S Two Foscari. Nurtur'd in blood betimes, his heart delights In vengeance gloating on another's pain. Humanity is policy in war, BYRON'S Childe Harold And cruelty's a prodigal, that heaps DAWES' Athenia of Damascus It reign'd in Eden, in that heavy hour When the arch-tempter sought our mother's bower, "Tis Curiosity-who hath not felt Its spirit, and before its altar knelt? SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. Be it a bonfire, or a city's blaze, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. Sport drops his ball, Toil throws his hammer by, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity How many a noble art, now widely known, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. As down the pane the rival rain-drops chase, SPRAGUE's Curiosity. How thro' the buzzing crowd he threads his way, To catch the flying rumours of the day. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. CURSES-MALEDICTIONS. May all th' infections that the sun sucks up Poison be their drink! SHAKSPEARE. Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste!— And boding screech-owls make their concerts full! SHAKSPEARE. May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her, Let the world grow dark, That the extinguish'd sun may hide thy shame! And when life declines, ROWE. AARON HILL. May thy sure heirs stand titt'ring round thy bed, May the grass wither from thy feet! the woods So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, SHENSTONE. BYRON'S Cn. BYRON'S Curse of Minerva. |