Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 5, November 1850Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 5, November 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
JOHNSON. _Vanity of Human Wishes._
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
ADDISON. _Lines to the Duke of Marlboro._
Also POPE. _The Dunciad._
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
THOMSON. _The Seasons. Spring._
’Tis distance lends enchantment to the view.
CAMPBELL. _Pleasures of Hope._
Or like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
BURNS. _Tam O’Shanter._
Nothing extenuate, nor set down ought in malice.
SHAKSPEARE. _Othello._
Exhausted worlds and then imagined new.
DR. JOHNSON. _Prologue at the opening of the_
_Drury-Lane Theatre, 1747._
Assume a virtue though you have it not.
SHAKSPEARE. _Hamlet._
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
BURNS. _Tam O’Shanter._
Curses not loud but deep.
SHAKSPEARE. _Macbeth._
Who shall decide when doctors disagree.
POPE. _Epistle to Bathurst._
By strangers honored and by strangers mourned.
POPE. _Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady._
Where ignorance is bliss
’Tis folly to be wise.
GRAY. _Ode on Eton College._
And swift expires a driveller and show.
DR. JOHNSON. _Vanity of Human Wishes._
Order is Heaven’s first law.
POPE. _Essay on Man._
Honor and shame from no condition rise.
_Ditto._
An honest man’s the noblest work of God.
_Ditto._
Plays round the head but comes not to the heart.
_Ditto._
But looks through nature up to nature’s God.
_Ditto._
With all my imperfections on my head.
SHAKSPEARE. _Hamlet._
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveler returns.
_Ditto._
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
_Ditto._
The time is out of joint.
_Ditto._
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
POPE. _Moral Essays._
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
POPE. _The Epistles._
From seeming evil still educing good.
THOMSON. _Hymn._
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough hew them how we will.
SHAKSPEARE. _Hamlet._
On her white breast a cross of gold she wore,
Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
POPE. _Rape of the Lock._
At every word a reputation dies.
_Ditto._
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
_Ditto._
In wit a man; simplicity a child.
POPE. _Epitaph on Gay._
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