Make enemies of nations who had else,
Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 17._
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29._
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free!
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.[418-2]
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 40._
Fast-anchor'd isle.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 151._
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country![418-3]
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 206._
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 231._
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 235._
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.[419-1]
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 285._
Transforms old print
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 363._
Reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 411._
Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 444._
Variety 's the very spice of life.[419-2]
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 606._
She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 642._
His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 702._
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 41._
Great contest follows, and much learned dust.
_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 161._
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.[419-3]
_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 188._
How various his employments whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!
_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 352._
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 566._
I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free,
And give them voice and utterance once again.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate[420-1] wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 34._
Which not even critics criticise.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 51._
What is it but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 55._
And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world,--to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86._
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 118._
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year![420-2]
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 120._
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 217._
In indolent vacuity of thought.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 297._
It seems the part of wisdom.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 336._
All learned, and all drunk!
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 478._
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening, Line 510._
Those golden times
And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings,
And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 514._
The Frenchman's darling.[421-1]
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 765._
Some must be great. Great offices will have
Great talents. And God gives to every man
The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
That lifts him into life, and lets him fall
Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill.
_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 788._
Silently as a dream the fabric rose,
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.[421-2]
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 144._
But war 's a game which were their subjects wise
Kings would not play at.
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 187._
The beggarly last doit.
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 316._
As dreadful as the Manichean god,
Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 444._
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 733._
With filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, My Father made them all!
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 745._
Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor;
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.
_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 905._
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased.
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet!
_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1._
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85._
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96._
Some to the fascination of a name
Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.
_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 101._
I would not enter on my list of friends
(Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 560._
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
_Epistle to Joseph Hill._
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.[422-1]
_Tirocinium. Line 79._
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
_Walking with God._
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
_Exhortation to Prayer._
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
_Light shining out of Darkness._
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a shining face.
_Light shining out of Darkness._
Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
_The Needless Alarm. Moral._
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
_On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture._
The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
_On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture._
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back,[423-1]
His sense of your great merit,[423-2]
Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.
_On Friendship._
A worm is in the bud of youth,
And at the root of age.
_Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality._
Toll for the brave!--
The brave that are no more!
All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore!
_On the Loss of the Royal George._
There is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,
Might be supposed a crow.
_The Jackdaw._ (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)
He sees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,
Its customs and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,
And says--what says he?--Caw.
_The Jackdaw._ (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)
For 't is a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.
_The Retired Cat._
He that holds fast the golden mean,[424-1]
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.
_Translation of Horace. Book ii. Ode x._
But strive still to be a man before your mother.[424-2]
_Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii._
FOOTNOTES:
[414-1] See Pope, page 314.
[414-2] See Prior, page 287.
[415-1] See Pope, page 331.
[415-2] See Pope, page 336.
[415-3] See Butler, page 213.
The story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about
fifteen hundred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of
Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others.
[416-1] La Bruyère.
[417-1] BUCKINGHAM: _The Rehearsal_ (the two Kings of Brentford).
[417-2] See Bacon, page 167.
[418-1] Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of
wayfaring men!--_Jeremiah ix. 2._
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!--BYRON: _Childe Harold,
canto iv. stanza 177._
[418-2] Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliæ fines penetraverint
eodem momento liberi sunt (Foreign slaves, as soon as they come
within the limits of Gaul, that moment they are free).--BODINUS:
_Liber i. c. 5._
Lord Campbell ("Lives of the Chief Justices," vol. ii. p. 418)
says that "Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine
that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave."
The words attributed to Lord Mansfield, however, are not found in
his judgment. They are in Hargrave's argument, May 14, 1772, where
he speaks of England as "a soil whose air is deemed too pure for
slaves to breathe in."--LOFFT: _Reports, p. 2._
[418-3] See Churchill, page 413.
[419-1] See Dryden, page 277.
[419-2] No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety--PUB. SYRUS:
_Maxim 406._
[419-3] He has spent all his life in letting down buckets into
empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw
them up again.--_Lady Holland's Memoir of Sydney Smith, vol. i. p.
259._
[420-1] See Bishop Berkeley, page 312.
[420-2] See Thomson, page 356.
[421-1] It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the
mignonette.
[421-2]
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
HEBER: _Palestine._
So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron
heard in the house while it was in building.--_1 Kings vi. 7._
[422-1] Write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he
may run that readeth it.--_Habakkuk ii. 2._
He that runs may read.--TENNYSON: _The Flower._
[423-1] See Young, page 312.
[423-2] _Var._ How he esteems your merit.
[424-1] Keep the golden mean.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 1072._
[424-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 199.
ERASMUS DARWIN. 1731-1802.
Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
The flying chariot through the field of air.
_The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289._
No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears,
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
_The Botanic Garden. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 459._
BEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808.
In sober state,
Through the sequestered vale of rural life,
The venerable patriarch guileless held
The tenor of his way.[425-1]
_Death. Line 108._
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[425-2]
_Death. Line 154._
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
_Death. Line 178._
Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[425-3]
_Death. Line 316._
FOOTNOTES:
[425-1] See Gray, page 385.
[425-2] See Young, page 311.
[425-3] See Tickell, page 313.
GEORGE WASHINGTON. 1732-1799.
Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of
celestial fire,--conscience.
_Rule from the Copy-book of Washington when a schoolboy._
To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of
preserving peace.[425-4]
_Speech to both Houses of Congress, Jan. 8, 1790._
'T is our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with
any portion of the foreign world.
_His Farewell Address._
FOOTNOTES:
[425-4] Qui desiderat pacem præparet bellum (Who would desire
peace should be prepared for war).--VEGETIUS: _Rei Militari 3,
Prolog._
In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello (In peace, as a wise
man, he should make suitable preparation for war).--HORACE: _Book
ii. satire ii._
LORD THURLOW. 1732-1806.
The accident of an accident.
_Speech in Reply to the Duke of Grafton. Butler's Reminiscences, vol. i.
p. 142._
When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me.[426-1]
_27 Parliamentary History, 680; Annual Register, 1789._
FOOTNOTES:
[426-1] Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat
coarsely, but not unhappily it must be allowed, "Forget you! He'll
see you d----d first." Burke also exclaimed, "The best thing that
could happen to you!"--BROUGHAM: _Statesman of the Time of George
III._ (_Thurlow._)
JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.
Then join in hand, brave Americans all!
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
_The Liberty Song_ (1768).
Our cause is just, our union is perfect.
_Declaration on taking up Arms in 1775._[426-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[426-2] From the original manuscript draft in Dickinson's
handwriting, which has given rise to the belief that he, not
Jefferson (as formerly claimed), is the real author of this
sentence.
W. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788.
The dews of summer nights did fall,
The moon, sweet regent of the sky,[426-3]
Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall
And many an oak that grew thereby.
_Cumnor Hall._
For there 's nae luck about the house,
There 's nae luck at a';
There 's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman 's awa'.
_The Mariner's Wife._[427-1]
His very foot has music in 't
As he comes up the stairs.
_The Mariner's Wife._
FOOTNOTES:
[426-3] Jove, thou regent of the skies.--POPE: _The Odyssey, book
ii. line 42._
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.--GAY: _Trivia, book
iii._
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.--DARWIN: _The
Botanic Garden, part i. canto ii. line 90._
[427-1] "The Mariner's Wife" is now given "by common consent,"
says Sarah Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765).
JOHN LANGHORNE. 1735-1779.
Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain,
Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew,
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew
Gave the sad presage of his future years,--
The child of misery, baptized in tears.[427-2]
_The Country Justice. Part i._
FOOTNOTES:
[427-2] This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the
field of battle was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under
which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter
Scott has mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture
was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad
of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where
the lines were to be found.--LOCKHART: _Life of Scott, vol. i.
chap. iv._
ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. 1735-1787.
Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 1._
There was a jolly miller once,
Lived on the river Dee;
He worked and sung from morn till night:
No lark more blithe than he.
_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2._
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be,--
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If no one cares for me.[427-3]
_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2._
Young fellows will be young fellows.
_Love in a Village. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Ay, do despise me! I 'm the prouder for it; I like to be
despised.
_The Hypocrite. Act v. Sc. 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[427-3]
If naebody care for me,
I 'll care for naebody.
BURNS: _I hae a Wife o' my Ain._
JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803.
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 1._
Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.
_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 11._
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 25._
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
_The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17._
At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,
And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.
_The Hermit._
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
_The Hermit._
But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
_The Hermit._
By the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
_The Hermit._
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
_The Hermit._
JOHN ADAMS. 1735-1826.
Yesterday the greatest question was decided which ever was
debated in America; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be,
decided among men. A resolution was passed without one dissenting
colony, that those United Colonies are, and of right ought to be,
free and independent States.
_Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3, 1776._
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha
in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be
celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary
festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance,
by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be
solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns,
bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this
continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.
_Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3, 1776._
PATRICK HENRY. 1736-1799.
Cæsar had his Brutus; Charles the First, his Cromwell; and George
the Third ["Treason!" cried the Speaker]--_may profit by their
example_. If _this_ be treason, make the most of it.
_Speech in the Virginia Convention, 1765._
I am not a Virginian, but an American.[428-1]
_Speech in the Virginia Convention. September, 1774._
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the
lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by
the past.[428-2]
_Speech in the Virginia Convention. March, 1775._
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price
of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what
course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give
me death!
_Speech in the Virginia Convention. March, 1775._
FOOTNOTES:
[428-1] I was born an American; I will live an American; I shall
die an American!--WEBSTER: _Speech, July 17, 1850._
[428-2] See Burke, page 411.
EDWARD GIBBON. 1737-1794.
The reign of Antoninus is marked by the rare advantage of
furnishing very few materials for history, which is indeed little
more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of
mankind.[430-1]
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. iii._
Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xi._
Amiable weaknesses of human nature.[430-2]
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xiv._
In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to
contrive, and a hand to execute.[430-3]
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xlviii._
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xlix._
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest
navigators.[430-4]
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxviii._
Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the
proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a
common grave.
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxxi._
All that is human must retrograde if it do not advance.
_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxxi._
I saw and loved.[430-5]
_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 106._
On the approach of spring I withdraw without reluctance from the
noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and
dissipation without pleasure.
_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 116._
I was never less alone than when by myself.[431-1]
_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 117._
FOOTNOTES:
[430-1] L'histoire n'est que le tableau des crimes et des malheurs
(History is but the record of crimes and misfortunes).--VOLTAIRE:
_L' Ingénu, chap. x._
[430-2] See Fielding, page 364.
[430-3] See Clarendon, page 255.
[430-4] On dit que Dieu est toujours pour les gros bataillons (It
is said that God is always on the side of the heaviest
battalions).--VOLTAIRE: _Letter to M. le Riche. 1770._
J'ai toujours vu Dieu du coté des gros bataillons (I have always
noticed that God is on the side of the heaviest battalions).--_De
la Ferté to Anne of Austria._
[430-5] See Chapman, page 35.
[431-1] Never less alone than when alone.--ROGERS: _Human Life._
THOMAS PAINE. 1737-1809.
And the final event to himself [Mr. Burke] has been, that, as he
rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.
_Letter to the Addressers._
These are the times that try men's souls.
_The American Crisis. No. 1._
The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that
it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the
sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous
makes the sublime again.[431-2]
_Age of Reason. Part ii. note._
FOOTNOTES:
[431-2] Probably this is the original of Napoleon's celebrated
_mot_, "Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas" (From the
sublime to the ridiculous there is but one step).
JOHN WOLCOT. 1738-1819.
What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
_To the Royal Academicians._
No, let the monarch's bags and others hold
The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.[431-3]
_To Kien Long. Ode iv._
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out.
_Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv._
A fellow in a market town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down.
_Farewell Odes. Ode iii._
FOOTNOTES:
[431-3] See Jonson, page 178.
MRS. THRALE. 1739-1821.
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground:
'T was therefore said by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pain grows sharp and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.
_Three Warnings._
CHARLES MORRIS. 1739-1832.
Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations![432-1]
_Pitt and Dundas's Return to London from Wimbledon. American Song. From
Lyra Urbanica._
O give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall!
_Town and Country._
FOOTNOTES:
[432-1]
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations!
_Billy Pitt and the Farmer. From Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive
Pieces, vol. ii. p. 250._
A. M. TOPLADY. 1740-1778.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
_Salvation through Christ._
THOMAS MOSS. 1740-1808.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
_The Beggar._
A pampered menial drove me from the door.[433-1]
_The Beggar._
FOOTNOTES:
[433-1] This line stood originally, "A liveried servant," etc.,
and was altered as above by Goldsmith.--FORSTER: _Life of
Goldsmith, vol. i. p. 215_ (fifth edition, 1871).
MRS. BARBAULD. 1743-1825.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.