340 IMPRISONMENT-PRISON, &c. 2. A prison is in all things like a grave, Where we no better privileges have Than dead men; nor so good. BISHOP KING. 3. They say this is the dwelling of distress, 4. Look on him-through his dungeon-grate, His hand upholds his drooping head- His long, dishevell❜d locks of snow. BELLER. J. G. WHITTIER. 5. What has the grey-hair'd prisoner done? Has murder stain'd his hands with gore? Not so; his crime's a fouler one God made the old man poor! For this he shares a felon's cell, J. G. WHITTIER. 6. High walls and huge the body may confine, And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways: And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes! 7. Conceive a crowd of wretched men, Its cares and struggles, toil and strife. 8. Yet prisons-though it is too true They're evils-still are blessings too; J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. IMPUDENCE. 1. He that has but impudence, BUTLER'S Hudibras. 2. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. e; ROSCOMMON. 3. To glory some advance a lying claim, 4. With that dull, rooted, callous impudence, Which, dead to shame, and every nicer sense, YOUNG. CHURCHILL. 1. Lo! the poor Indian-whose untutor❜d mind Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topp'd hills, an humbler heaven. POPE'S Essay on Man. 2. Where beasts with man divided empire claim. 3. Is not the red man's wigwam home GOLDSMITH. As dear to him as costly dome? Is not his lov'd one's smile as bright As the proud white man's worshipp'd light? MRS. M. ST. LEON LOUD. 4. True, they have vices-such are nature's growth, But only the barbarian's-we have both. BYRON'S Island. 5. Shall not one line lament the lion race, CHARLES SPRAGUE. 6. He saw-and, maddening at the sight, CHARLES SPRAGUE. 7. But the doom'd Indian leaves behind no trace To save his own, or serve another's race; 8. Alas, for them! their day is o'er, Their fires are out from shore to shore; CHARLES SPRAGUE. INDIFFERENCE. 1. I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love, as I was wont to have. More deadly to the sight than is to me 3. Let me this fondness from my bosom tear; SHAKSPEARE. GAY. LORD LYTTLETON. 4. The one deep cloud, that darkens every sky, Is chang'd affection's cold, averted eye. 344 INDIGENCE - POVERTY. 5. I once was quick of feeling-that is o'er. 6. I trust the frown thy features wear Ere long into a smile will turn; I would not, that a face so fair As thine, belov'd, should look so stern. BYRON. W. LEGGETT. 7. Your coldness I heed not, your frown I defy; MRS. OSGOOD. INDIGENCE - POVERTY. 1. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, 2. Famine is in thy cheeks; Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes; Upon thy back hangs ragged misery ; SHAKSPEARE. The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. SHAKSPEARE. 3. A begging prince what beggar pities not? SHAKSPEARE. 4. Think, too, in what a woful plight The wretch must be, whose pocket's light; GAY'S Fables. |