You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
Lines written for a School Declamation. D. EVERETT.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.
SCIENCE.
While bright-eyed Science watches round.
Ode for Music: Chorus. T. GRAY.
There live, alas! of heaven-directed mien,
Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene,
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of a day,
Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay,
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O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Pleasures of Hope. T. CAMPBELL.
One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. I. A. POPE.
By the glare of false science betrayed,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
The Hermit. J. BEATTIE.
I value science—none can prize it more,
It gives ten thousand motives to adore:
Be it religious, as it ought to be,
The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.
The Microcosm: Christian Science. A. COLES.