440 PAINTING - PORTRAIT. PAINTING-PORTRAIT. 1. Good heaven! that sots and knaves should be so vain, And stand recorded, at their own request, 2. Here fabled chiefs, in darker ages born, And legislators seem to think in stone. DRYDEN. POPE'S Temple of Fame. 3. All that imagination's power could trace, Breath'd in the Pencil's imitative grace; O'er all the canvas, form, and soul, and feeling, Portray'd each pulse, each passion's might revealing, From the Spanish. 4. This is the pictur'd likeness of my love: Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes, While lights and shadows, all harmonious, glow, 5. His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. 1. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams; 2. A little fire is quickly trodden out, 3. Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 4. As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. POPE'S Essay on Man. 442 PASSIONS-FEELING. 5. The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. 6. Like mighty rivers, with resistless force 7. The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules. 8. When headstrong passion gets the reins of reason, POPE. POPE. BROOKE. HIGGONS. 9. While passions glow, the heart, like heated steel, Takes each impression, and is worked at pleasure. YOUNG'S Busiris. 10. Then shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind; Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame, that skulks behind; That inly gnaws the secret heart; 11. His soul, like bark with rudder lost, GRAY. SCOTT's Rokeby. 12. How terrible is passion! how our reason Falls down before it, while the tortur'd frame, BARFORD'S Virgin Queen. 13. The passions are a numerous crowd, Imperious, positive, and loud. 14. O, how the passions, insolent and strong, 15. Ah! within my bosom beating, Varying passions wildly reign; 16. As rolls the ocean's changing tide, So human passions ebb and flow. 17. The keenest pangs the wretched find The leafless desert of the mind, CRABBE. MRS. ROBINSON. BYRON. BYRON'S Giaour. 18. The cold in clime are cold in blood, But mine was like the lava-flood That boils in Etna's breast of flame. 19. For on his brow the swelling vein BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Parisina. 444 PASSIONS-FEELING. 20. There are some feelings time cannot benumb. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 21. An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 22. Admire-exult - despise - laugh — weep—for here There is much matter for all feeling. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 23. My passions were all living serpents, and Twin'd, like the gorgons, round me. BYRON'S Werner. 24. It was not strange; for in the human breast Two master passions cannot co-exist. 25. The wildest ills that darken life CAMPBELL. J. W. EASTBURNE. 26. And underneath that face, like summer's ocean's, Its lip as noiseless, and its cheek as clear, 27. But, all in vain, to thought's tumultuous flow In broken music o'er my heart's loose chords, As thro' its silent depths their wild, swift currents roll. 28. "Tis chainless as the mountain tide, That its resistless way doth force, J. T. WATSON. |