Or study swept, or nicely dusted coat, Or usual tendance; ask not, indiscreet, Thy stockings mended, tho' the yawning rents Gape wide as Erebus, nor hope to find
Some snug recess impervious shouldst thou try The custom'd garden-walks, thine eye shall rue The budding fragrance of thy tender shrubs, Myrtle or rose, all crush'd beneath the weight Of coarse check apron, with impatient hand Twitch'd off when showers impend; or crossing lines
Shall mar thy musings, as the wet cold sheet Flaps in thy face abrupt.- Woe to the friend Whose evil stars have urg'd him forth to claim On such a day the hospitable rites;
Looks, blank at best, and stinted courtesy, Shall he receive; vainly he feeds his hopes With dinner of roast chicken, savoury pie, Or tart or pudding — pudding he nor tart That day shall eat; nor, tho' the husband try, Mending what can't be help'd, to kindle mirth From cheer deficient, shall his consort's brow Clear up propitious; the unlucky guest In silence dines, and early slinks away.
I well remember, when a child, the awe This day struck into me; for then the maids,
I scarce knew why, look'd cross, and drove me
Nor soft caress could I obtain, nor hope Usual indulgences; jelly or creams, Relique of costly suppers, and set by For me their petted one; or butter'd toast When butter was forbid; or thrilling tale Of ghost, or witch, or murder - so I went And shelter'd me beside the parlour fire.
There my dear grandmother, "eldest of forms," Tended the little ones, and watch'd from harm, Anxiously fond, tho' oft her spectacles With elfin cunning hid, and oft the pins Drawn from her ravell'd stocking, might have sour'd
At intervals my Mother's voice was heard Urging despatch; briskly the work went on : All hands employ'd to wash, to rinse, to wring, To fold, and starch, and clap, and iron, and plait, Then would I sit me down, and ponder much Why washings were.
FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh: Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word-Farewell!-Farewell!
These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by,
The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel; I only know we loved in vain
I only feel-Farewell! - Farewell!
DAM and Eve's Morning Hymn
Hymn to the Seasons
On the Glorics of the Heavens
David's Pastoral Hymn on Providence-
Wisdom and Virtue sought from God Henry Moore 16
Young 22 Young 23 Spectator 23 Pope 25 Cowper 27 Cowper 28 Carter 29
H. K. White 30
Bishop Horne 31
Cecil 33
Rose 34 Parnell 35 Cowper 43 Pope 49 Cowper 50 Addison 51 Shakspeare 52 Rev. W. Mason 53
Elegy written in a Country Church-yard Hassan or the Camel Driver
Poor Mary the Maid of the Inn
Goldsmith 69
Gray 70 Collins 75 Porteus 77
Southey 79 Keate 83
P. Pindar
Thomson 105
Thomson 106
H. K. White 107
A Father's Address to his Orphan Babe My Native Home
Thomson 108 Shaw 109
Mrs. Robinson 111
The Love of Country and of Home the same in all ages, and among all
Dr. Kenrick 112 Cottle 112
Smith 114
Montgomery 119 Darwin 120
Worldly Anxiety reproved
A Reflection at Sea
An Elegy on the Death of C. Gough The Felicity of the Humble State On a Thunder Storm
To the Herb Rosemary Fraternal Affection
An Address to the Deity
Moslem and the Old Soldier
The Winter's Day
Lines left in a Grotto The Last Minstrel Evening
The Pigeon of the East
On the Divine Goodness The Passions
A Winter Piece The Swallows
Ditto part 2
The Wish of Poor Jane Grongar Hill
A Receipt for Happiness The Emigrant Ode to Content To a Redbreast
Goldsmith 155
Mrs. Barbauld 155
Ardebeili 156
Anonymous 161 Sheridan 162
Sir W. Scott 164
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