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SATIETY-SURFEIT.

2. Long have they voyag'd o'er the distant seas;
And what a heart-delight they feel at last-
So many toils, so many dangers past
To view the port desir'd, he only knows
Who on the stormy deep for many a day
Hath toss'd, aweary of his ocean way,
And watch'd all-anxious every wind that blows.

3. I love the sailor; his eventful life

SOUTHEY.

His generous spirit-his contempt of danger-
His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife;
And, though a wild and reckless ocean-ranger,
God grant he make that port, when life is o'er,
Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more !
REV. WALTER COLTON.

SATIETY-SURFEIT.

1. As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope, by the immoderate-use,
Turns to restraint.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. They surfeited with honey; and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little
More than a little is by much too much.

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.
But long ere scarce a third of his pass'd by,
Worse than adversity the Childe befel:
He felt the fulness of satiety.

SHAKSPEARE.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

SATIRE.

1. I'm one whose whip of steel can with a lash
Imprint the characters of shame so deep,
Even in the brazen forehead of proud sin,
That not eternity shall wear it out.

2. Instructive satire! true to virtue's cause! Thou shining supplement of public laws!

RANDOLPH.

the man;

3. If satire charms, strike faults, but spare
'Tis dull to be as witty as you can.
Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high;
Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dart,
Good-breeding sends the satire to the heart.

4. Curs'd be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe,
Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear,
Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear.

5. When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing,
Short is her life, and impotent her sting;
But when to truth allied, the wound she gives
Sinks deep, and to remoter ages lives.

YOUNG.

YOUNG.

POPE.

CHURCHILL.

6. Prepare for rhyme-I'll publish, right or wrong; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

BYRON'S English Bards, &c.

SAVAGE. (See INDIAN.)

SCANDAL. (See GossIP.;

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SCENERY-SCEPTICISM - UNBELIEF.

SCENERY.

1. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound,
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found,

To Nature and to me so dear.

4. "Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And clothes the mountain in its azúre hue.

5. Amid the ancient forests of a land,
Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand.

CAMPBELL.

W. H. BURLEIGH.

6. How softly that green bank sloped down from the hill

To the spot where the fountain grew suddenly still!
How cool was the shadow the long branches gave,
As they hung from the willow, and dipp'd in the wave!
And then each pale lily, that slept in the stream,

Rose and fell with a wave, as if stirr'd by a dream.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

SCEPTICISM-UNBELIEF.

A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts

....

2. But you are learn'd; in volumes deep you sit; . . . .
Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords
Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout,
Frozen at heart, while speculation shines.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

3. A Christian is the highest style of man;
And is there who the blessed cross wipes off
As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow?
If angels tremble, 't is at such a sight.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

4. Hast never seen the death-bed of th' unbeliever? "T was anguish, terror, darkness without bow: But O, it had a most convincing tongue,

A potent oratory, that secur'd

Most mute attention.

POLLOK's Course of Time.

5. A fugitive from heaven and prayer,
He mock'd at all religious fear,
Deep-scienc'd in the mazy lore
Of mad Philosophy.

From Horace.

SCHOOL- - TEACHER.

1. Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way,
With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

2. A man severe he was, and stern to view:
I knew him well, and every truant knew.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd;
Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was a fault.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

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SCIENCE-SENSITIVENESS, &c.

3. Delightful task, to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast!

THOMSON'S Seasons.

4. Oh! ye who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

I pray ye, flog them upon all occasions;

1. Where glow exalted sense and taste refin❜d,
There keener anguish rankles in the mind;
There feeling is diffus'd through every part,
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart.

HANNAH MORE.