Indolence. [1]

"Of their great names I may record but few;     He who beholds the Ocean white with sails     And copies each confuses all the view,"

"Next came the closing scene: but shall I paint     The scarlet column, sullen, slow, and faint,     Which marched, with "colors cased" to yonder"

"Turned back my gaze, on Spain's romantic shore     I see Gaul bending by the grave of Moore,     And later, when the page of Fame I scan     I"

"Two chieftains watch the battle's tide and listen as it rolls     And only HEAVEN above can tell the tumult of their souls!     Cornwallis saw"

"(In Four Books.) With eager search to dart the soul, Curiously vain, from pole to pole, And from the planets' wandering spheres To extort the number o"

"POETS, like lawful monarchs, ruled the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theat"