320 HEAVEN-HELL. 11. My heart is like a lonely bird, Brooding upon its nest unheard, 12. Oh! could we read the human heart, MRS. A. B. WELBY. Its strange, mysterious depths explore, 1. HEAVEN-HELL. Shall we serve heaven With less respect than we do minister 2. Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell. 3. There is perpetual spring, perpetual youth; No joint-benumbing cold, nor scorching heat, Famine nor age, have any being there. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. MASSINGER AND DECKER. 4. Heaven's the perfection of all that can 5. Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain. SHIRLEY. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 6. Here we may reign secure; and in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell; MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 7. 8. A black and hollow vault, Where day is never seen; there shines no sun, A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs In this place JOHN FORD. Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Yet can he never die; there lies the wanton JOHN FORD. HELL. (See HEAVEN.) HERMIT-SOLITUDE, &c. 1. The shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, 2. And wisdom's self Oft seeks for sweet retir'd solitude, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, SHAKSPEARE. She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings. MILTON'S Comus. 322 HERMIT-SOLITUDE, &c. 3. Retiring from the populous noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease. 4. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 5. How happy is the lonely vestal's lot, MILTON. GRAY'S Elegy. POPE'S Eloisa. 6. Far in a wild, unknown to public view, 7. O sacred solitude! divine retreat! Choice of the prudent! envy of the great! 8. For solitude, however some may rave, 9. Oh solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Than reign in this horrible place! PARNELL. YOUNG. COWPER'S Retirement. I must finish my journey alone; I start at the sound of my own. COWPER. 10. Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness— Where rumour of oppression and deceit Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. 11. Unhappy he, who from the first of joys, Society, cut off, is left alone Amid this world of death. COWPER 12. THOMSON'S Seasons. To view, alone, The fairest scenes of land and deep, With none to listen, and reply To thoughts with which my heart beat high, In sooth, I love not solitude. BYRON'S Bride of Abydos. 13. The lonely spider's thin gray pall Waves slowly, widening o'er the wall. BYRON'S Giaour. 14. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; By the deep sea, and music in its roar. To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 15. To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind. In solitude BYRON'S Childe Harold. Small power the nipt affections have to grow. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 324 HISTORIAN - HISTORY. 17. If from society we learn to live, "T is solitude should teach us how to die. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 18. A populous solitude of bees and birds. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 19. Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place, BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. They dwelt in calm and silent solitude, Where meaner spirits never dare intrude. CARLOS WILCOX. 21. There have been holy men who hid themselves Who deem'd it were not well to pass life thus. W. C. BRYANT. HISTORIAN - HISTORY. 1. "Tis a great fault in a chronologer To turn parasite; an absolute historian Should be in fear of none; neither should he 2. Some write a narrative of wars, and feats And paint his person, character, and views, As they had known him from his mother's womb. Lingua. COWPER'S Task. |