A gallery of famous English and American poets . ature;He cherished his friend, and he relished a bumper;Yet one. fault he had, and that one was a you may ask if the man was a miser?r answer, No. no,—for he always was wiser; RETALIATION. 85 Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe cant accuse him of that; Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest ? Ah, no! Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn ye:— He was—could he help it?—a special attorney. Heie Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind,He has not left a wiser
A gallery of famous English and American poets . ature;He cherished his friend, and he relished a bumper;Yet one. fault he had, and that one was a you may ask if the man was a miser?r answer, No. no,—for he always was wiser; RETALIATION. 85 Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe cant accuse him of that; Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest ? Ah, no! Then what was his failing ? come, tell it, and burn ye:— He was—could he help it?—a special attorney. Heie Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind,He has not left a wiser or better behind. 22 86 GOLDSMITH. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand: His manners were gentle, complying, and bland •. Still born t improve us in every part,— His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing:When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff. MORNING LANDSCAPE. Even now his eyes with smiles of rapture glow,As on he wanders through the scenes of morn, Where the fresh flowers in living lustre blow,Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn,A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are boin. 87 88 BEATTIE. But who the melodies of morn can tell? The wild brook babbling down the mountain-side;The lowing herd ; the sheepfolds simple bell; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wideThe clamorous horn along the cliffs above; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide;The hum of bees, the linnets lay of love,And the full choir that wakes the universal grove. The cottage-curs at early pilgrim bark : Crowned with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings;The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and, hark! Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings; Through rustling corn the hare astonished springs;Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hour; The partridge burs
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