Samuel Johnson

To Stella:
Whether Stella's eyes are
Fix'd on earth or glancing round,
If her face with pleasure glow,

The snow dissolv'd, no more is seen;
The fields and woods, behold
are green;
The changing year renews the plain,

TY of God, how broad and far Outspread thy walls sublime
The true thy chartered freemen are, Of every age and clime
One holy Church, one army strong, One steadfast high intent,
One working band, one harvest-song, One King Omnipotent...

Friendship
peculiar boon of Heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only given,

The rites derived from ancient days With thoughtless reverence we praise,
The rites that taught us to
The joys of music and of wine,
And bid the feast, and song and bowlO'erfill the saturated soul:

'—-Quis
Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se
' ~ Juv
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,
Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;
His various worth through varied life attend,
And learn his virtues while thou mourn'st his end

Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five

Though countless as the grains of
That roll at Eurus' loud command;
Though countless as the lamps of
That glad us with vicarious light;

When lately Stella's form
The beauties of the gay brocade,
The nymphs, who found their power decline,
Proclaim'd her not so fair as fine

To Stella:
Evening now from purple
Sheds the grateful gifts she brings;
Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,

Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline,
Our social comforts drop away

She ceas'd; then godlike Hector answer'd kind - (His various plumage sporting in the wind)"That post and all the rest shall be my care;
But shall I then forsake the unfinish'd war
How would the Trojans brand great Hector's name

Grown old in courts, thou art not surely
Who keeps the rigid rules of ancient honour;
Well skill'd to soothe a foe with looks of kindness,
To sink the fatal precipice before him,

O Phoebus
down the western sky,
Far hence diffuse thy burning ray,
Thy light to distant worlds supply,

Stern Winter now, by Spring
Forbears the long-continued strife;
And Nature, on her naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life