472 RURAL SCENES, &c. 2. At eve the ploughman leaves the task of day, GAY'S Rural Sports. to spray, 3. See yon gay goldfinch hop from spray GAY'S Dione. 4. Here, too, dwells simple truth; plain innocence; THOMSON'S Seasons. 5. Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, 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, 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! J. ALDRICH. 9. O! how canst thou renounce the boundless store 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, The city's concourse to our mind. From the Spanish. 11. The cold, heartless city, with its forms SABBATH. J. N. BARKER. 1. How still the morning of the hallow'd day! The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song. The distant bleating midway up the hill. 40* GRAHAME 474 SADNESS-SAFETY - SAILING. 2. With dove-like wings peace o'er yon village broods; The dizzing mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din 3. Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day: On other days the man of toil is doom'd GRAHAME. To eat his joyless bread, lonely- the ground 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. 2. So ships in winter seas now sliding sink Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high Ride on the billows, and defy the storm. 3. Behold the threaden sails, SOMERVILE'S Chase. Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, SHAKSPEARE. 4. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 5. The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, BYRON'S Childe Harold. 6. She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. BYRON'S Corsair. 7. The cloven billow flash'd from off her prow, In furrows form'd by that majestic plough. BYRON'S Island. 8. She comes majestic with her swelling sails, SOUTHEY. SAILOR. 1. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, BYRON'S Corsair. 476 SATIETY- SURFEIT. 2. Long have they voyag'd o'er the distant seas; And watch'd all-anxious every wind that blows. His generous spirit - his contempt of danger- SATIETY-SURFEIT. 1. As surfeit is the father of much fast, SHAKSPEARE. 2. They surfeited with honey; and began SHAKSPEARE. 3. Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deem'd, before his little day was done, One blast might chill him into misery. BYRON'S Childe Harold. |