Burns.—The Twa Dogs.
Lord of himself—that heritage of woe!
Byron.—Lara, Canto I. Stanza 2.
The Lord is my shepherd: therefore can I lack nothing. He shall feed me in a green pasture; and lead me forth beside the waters of comfort.
Psalm XXIII. Verses 1, 2. See Addison’s beautiful Paraphrase on the same, Spectator, No. 441.
Thou wast wont to lead the stag to new pastures, and to the streams of running waters.
Riley’s Ovid. Met., Page 349.
LOSSES.—Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back,
Enough to
press a royal merchant down.
Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act IV. Scene 1. (The Duke to Shylock.)
LOST.—What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th’ unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal
hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome.
Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 105.
Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,
Oh, why should we in
anguish weep?
Anonymous.—See R. A. Smith’s Edinburgh Harmony, 1829.
Such is the tale, so sad, to memory dear,
Which oft in youth has charm’d my listening ear.
H. Kirke White.—Clifton Grove, Line 441.
Good Titus could, but Charles could never say,
Of all his royal life, he “lost a day.”
Duke.—Poem on the Death of Charles II.
LOST.—This world, ’tis true,
Was made for Cæsar, but for Titus, too;
And which more blest? Who chain’d
his country? say,
Or he whose virtue sigh’d to lose a day?
Pope.—Essay on Man, Epi. IV. Stanza 1.
The delight of men,
He who the day, when his o’erflowing hand
Had made no happy heart, concluded
lost!
Thomson.—Liberty.
How hard their lot who neither won nor lost!
Anonymous.—The Buck had Dined. (Elegant Extracts.)