Footnotes

A little nonsense now and then

Is relished by the wisest men.

Anonymous.

[389:3] It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding.—Sydney Smith: Lady Holland's Memoir, vol i. p. 15.

In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.

Ode to Simplicity.

Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell:

'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.[389:4]

Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest

By all their country's wishes bless'd!

Ode written in the year 1746.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;[389:5]

By forms unseen their dirge is sung;

[[390]]There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,

To bless the turf that wraps their clay;

And Freedom shall awhile repair,

To dwell a weeping hermit there!

Ode written in the year 1746.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,

While yet in early Greece she sung.

The Passions. Line 1.

Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.

The Passions. Line 10.

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

The Passions. Line 28.

In notes by distance made more sweet.[390:1]

The Passions. Line 60.

In hollow murmurs died away.

The Passions. Line 68.

O Music! sphere-descended maid,

Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!

The Passions. Line 95.

In yonder grave a Druid lies.

Death of Thomson.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;

Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

Each lonely scene shall thee restore;

For thee the tear be duly shed,

Belov'd till life can charm no more,

And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.

Dirge in Cymbeline.