The kindly intercourse will ever prove — Robert Bloomfield

"Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North, The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth."

"Adieu, LANDOGA, scene most dear, Farewell we bade to ETHELS WIER; Round many a point then bore away, Till morn was changd to beauteous day: And forward on the lowland shore, Silent majestic ruins wore The stamp of holiness; this strand The steersman haild, and touchd the land."

"Proud-crested fiend, the world’s worst foe, ambition."

"Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall; Did I not see, did I not feel, That one Great Spirit governs all. O heaven, permit that I may lie Where o’er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life’s tumults fly With kindred feelings press my grave."

"Dear Ellen, your tales are all plenteously stored, With the joy of some bride and the wealth of her lord, Of her chariots and dresses, And worldly caresses, And servants that fly when she’s waited upon: But what can she boast if she weds unbeloved? Can she e’er feel the joy that one morning I proved, When I put on my new gown and waited for John?"

"Soon round us spread the hills and dales, Where GEOFFREY spun his magic tales, And calld them history. The land Whence ARTHUR sprung, and all his band Of gallant knights. Sire of romance, Who led the fancys mazy dance, Thy tales shall please, thy name still be, When Time forgets my verse and me."