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OPPRESSION-TYRANNY.

Oh, it is excellent

To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous

To use it like a giant.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear, Who, in his drearest need, will fly from him.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye-
Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate,
And orphans for their parents' timeless death-
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.

SHAKSPEARE. 4. "Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own.

5. So spake the fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.

HERRICK.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

6. When force invades the gift of nature, life, .

The eldest law of nature, bids defence;
And if in that defence a tyrant fall,

His death's his crime, not ours.

7. I am told thou call'st thyself a king;

8.

Know, if thou art one, that the poor have rights;
And power, in all its pride, is less than justice.

Where, alas,

Is innocence secure? Rapine and spoil

DRYDEN.

AARON HILL.

Haunt e'en the lowest deeps: seas have their sharks;

Rivers and ponds enclose the ravenous pike,
And he's in turn th' amphibious otter's prey.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

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ORATOR.

Shall we resign

Our hopes, renounce our rights, forget our wrongs,
Because an impotent lip beneath a crown

Cries, "Be it so?"

SIR A. HUNT.

10. Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains,
Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste,
And, in a cruel wantonness of power,
Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up
To want the rest.

BLAIR'S Grave.

11. Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury
The negligence, the apathy, the evils.

Of sensual sloth - produce ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses

The worst acts of one energetic master,

However harsh and hard in his own bearing.

BYRON'S Sardanapalus.

12. To trample on all human feelings, all
Ties which bind man to man, to emulate

The fiends, who will one day requite them in
Variety of torturing.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

13. Tyranny's the worst of treasons. The prince, who

Neglects or violates his trust, is more

A brigand than the robber-chief.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

ORATOR. (See ELOQUENCE.)

ORDER.

1. Order, thou eye of action! wanting thee, Wisdom works hoodwink'd in perplexity; Entangled reason trips at every pace,

And truth, bespotted, puts on error's face.

AARON HILL.

2. Order is heaven's first law; and this confess'd, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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PAIN.

The poor beetle, that we tread upon,

In corporal suffering feels a pang as great

As when a giant dies.

2. Our pains are real things, and all Our pleasures but fantastical; Diseases of their own accord,

But cures come difficult and hard.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

3. And heard the everlasting yawn confess The pain, the misery of idleness.

4.

Again the play of pain

Shoots o'er his features, as the sudden gust
Crisps the reluctant lake, that lay so calm
Beneath the mountain shadow.

POPE.

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Even with the crown of glory in his eyes,
At such inhuman artifice of pain

As was forced on him.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

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PAINTING - PORTRAIT.

PAINTING-PORTRAIT.

1. Good heaven! that sots and knaves should be so vain,
To wish their vile remembrance may remain !

And stand recorded, at their own request,
To future days, a libel or a jest.

2. Hure fabled chiefs, in darker ages born,
Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn,
Who cities raised, or tamed a monstrous race,
The walls in venerable order grace:
Heroes in animated marble frown,

And legislators seem to think in stone.

DRYDEN.

POPE'S Temple of Fame.

3. All that imagination's power could trace,

Breath'd in the Pencil's imitative grace;

O'er all the canvas, form, and soul, and feeling,
That wondrous art infus'd with power of life;
Portray'd each pulse, each passion's might revealing,
Sorrow and joy, life, hatred, fear, and strife.

From the Spanish.

4. This is the pictur'd likeness of my love:
How true to life! It seems to breathe and move;
Fire, love, and sweetness o'er each feature melt;
The face expresses all the spirit felt;

Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes,
I almost see the living spirit rise;
While lights and shadows, all harmonious, glow,
And heavenly radiance settles on that brow.
And then that mouth! - how tranquil its repose!
Sleeping in fragrance, like a sleeping rose ;
It seems the ruby gate of love and bliss,
Just form'd to murmur sighs, to smile, and kiss!
MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

5. His pencil was striking, resistless and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve us in every part,

His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.

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1. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams;
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

2. A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

3. Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.

4. As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care,
On savage stocks inserted, learn to bear,
The surest virtues thus from passions shoot,
Wild nature's vigour working at the root.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

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