RURAL LIFE, RETREAT, ETC.-RUS IN URBE. The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, The dash of ocean on his winding shore, 531 And lull the spirit while they fill the mind. Cowper, Task, 1. 181. Whom the smooth stream and smoother sonnet please; RUS IN URBE. Crabbe, Village, 1. 173. Leigh Hunt, Politics and Poetics. He that deems his leisure weil bestow'd Cowper, Retirement, 505. Suburban villas, highway-side retreats, That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets, Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze With all a July sun's collected rays, Delight the citizen, who gasping there Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air. O sweet retirement, who would baulk the thought That could afford retirement, or could not? 'Tis such an easy walk, so smooth and straight,The second milestone fronts the garden gate; A step if fair, and if a shower approach You find safe shelter in the next stage-coach, There prison'd in a parlour snug and small, Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall, The man of business and his friends compress'd, Forget their labours, and yet find no rest; But still 'tis rural,-trees are to be seen Frem every window, and the fields are green. Cowper, Retirement, 481. 532 SABBATARIANS. SABBATARIANS-SABBATH. What! shut the garden! lock the latticed gate: Thos. Hood, (an open Question.) SABBATH. Thos. Heod, Ib. Heil, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man's day: To eat his joyless bread, lonely-the ground Both seat and board-screen'd from the winter's cold But on this day, embosom'd in his home, He shares the frugal meal with those he loves. Grahame, Sab.40. The seventh day this; the jubilee of man: London! right well thou know'st the day of prayer: Then the spruce citizen, wash'd artisan, And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air: Byron, Ch. H. 1. 69. The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, The Sabbath bell, That over wood, and wild, and mountain-dell Charles Lamb. With sounds, most musical, most melancholy. Rogers, H. Life. SABBATH-SAILING, SAILORS. 533 SABBATH-continued. Yet every day in seven, at least, Fresh glides the brook and blows the gaie, The whirring wheel, the rushing sail, Six days stern labour shuts the poor I am glad when the sabbath steals quietly in, Bulwer Lytton Bulwer Lytton. Of all days the chief lustre, the "pearl of the seven;" A time, rightly used, giving glimpses of heaven. J. C. Prince. SACRAMENT-see Transubstantiation. SAILING, SAILORS-see Ocean, Sea, Shipwreck. Sh. Ham. 1. 3. What though the sea be calm ? trust to the shore, He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea 531 SAILING, SAILORS-SAINT PETER. SAILING, SAILORS--continued. How can I bear to think on all A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And fills the white and rustling sail, I. E. Landon. Allan Cunningham, Song. O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold H. F. Gould (Am.) There's one whose fearless courage yet has never failed in fight; Who guards with zeal our country's weal, our freedom, and our right; But though his strong and ready arm spreads havoc in its blow; Cry "Quarter!" and that arm will be the first to spare its foe. He recks not though proud glory's shout may be the knell of death; The triumph won, without a sigh he yields his parting breath. He's Britain's boast, and claims a toast! In peace, my boys, or war, Here's to the brave upon the wave, the gallant English Tar." I love the sailor;-his eventful life- Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more! Colton. As a sailor's all one as a piece of the ship. SAINT PETER. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: 66 Dibdin. Byron, Vision of Judgment, 1. SAINTS. SAINTS-see Dissenters, Hypocrisy, Methodists, Puritans. For saints in peace degenerate, And dwindle down to reprobate; Their zeal corrupts, like standing water, Butler, Hud. 3, 11. 643. And now the saints began their reign. In the wicked's there's no vice, Is it not ridiculous, and nonsense, Ib. Hud. 3. II. 237. A saint should be a slave to conscience? Ib. Hud. 2, 11. 247. In holiness, may set up any crime! As scholars, when they've taken their degrees, May set up any faculty they please. Ib. Misc. Thoughts, 167. A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn; A judge is just, a chanc'llor juster still; you will: More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'ry thing. Pope, M. E. 1. 135. The devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold, Ib. III. 249. Pope, Imit. of Horace, I. VI. 26. Churchill, Ep. to Hogarth, 25. So void of grace as dull monotony ? Crabbe, Frank Courtship. |