72 BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY. BASHFULNESS-BLUSH-MODESTY. 1. Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, And, ever and anon, with rosy red, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Maidens in modesty say No, to that 3. Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy, SHAKSPEARE. Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, 4. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, To revel in the roses BROOKE. Rowe's Tamerlane. 5. As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, 6. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. AARON HILL. THOMSON'S Seasons. 7. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. 8. A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, 9. The modest matron, and the blushing maid. POPE. PARNELL. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 10. The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love. 11. That modest grace subdu'd my soul, That chastity of look which seems to hang, 12. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, GOLDSMITH. YOUNG. COWPER. 13. True modesty is a discerning grace, And only blushes in the proper place; But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear, COWPER. 14. Playful blushes, that seem'd nought But luminous escapes of thought. 15. I know a cheek whose blushes, As they trembling come and go, I could gaze upon for ever, 16. And so the blush is form'd, and flies, Nor owns reflection's calm control, 17. It comes, it deepens-fades, and dies, Modesty's the charm That coldest hearts can quickest warm; And, gaining, ever still retains. T. MOORE. MRS. OSGOOD. MRS. DINNIES. J. K. PAULDING. 1. So brave returning, with his brandish'd blade, He to the carle himself again addrest, 2. And struck at him so sternly that he made SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. It was a pity-so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd SHAKSPEARE. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. SHAKSPEARE. 4. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in his ears, 5. Now one's the better-then the other best, 6. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, 7. Ah me! what perils do environ SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. The man that meddles with cold iron! 8. She'll after show him, in the nick Of all his glories, a dog-trick. BUTLER'S Hudibras. -Death Grinn'd horribly a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd, and bless'd his maw, MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 9. Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. 10. The broomstick o'er her head she waves; GAY'S Fables. She sweats, she stamps, she puffs, she raves;- She whistles, calls-fair speech she tries. GAY's Fables. 11. He drew the sword, but knew its rage to charm, 12. Nations with nations mixt confus'dly die, And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie. Rowe's Lucan. 13. Me glory summons to the martial scene; ADDISON. POPE'S Homer. 14. Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd, Is only splendid murder. THOMSON. 76 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. 15. Is death more cruel from a private dagger 16. Than in the field, from murdering swords of thousands? War is of use to human kind; For ever and anon, when you have pass'd A few dull years in peace and propagation, The world is overstock'd with fools, and wants 17. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steeds to battle driven, 18. Their clamours rend the hills around, CIBBER. JEFFERY. CAMPBELL. TRUMBULL'S McFingal. 19. And cover'd o'er with knobs and pains Each void receptacle for brains. TRUMBULL'S McFingal. 20. One murder marks the assassin's odious name, But millions damn the hero into fame. R. T. PAINE. 21. And, where the hottest fire was seen and heard, And the loud cannon peal'd its hoarsest strains. BYRON'S Don Juan. 22. All that the mind would shrink from of excesses, All that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses, BYRON'S Don Juan. |