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Page 284 - I seem through consecrated walks to rove ; I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, By godlike poets venerable made : Here his first lays majestic Denham sung ; There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue.
Page 99 - Tuscan came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat, The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat; Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast, Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With king's child, where she tasteth costly food.
Page 212 - I believe I can tell the particular little chance that filled my head first with such Chimes of Verse, as have never since left ringing there : for I remember when I began to read, and to take some pleasure in it, there was wont to lie in my Mother's Parlour (I know not by what accident, for she herself never in her life read any Book but of Devotion...
Page 242 - Where — taming thought to human pride !The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Page 397 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Page 10 - They have signed and sealed ten thousand pounds a year more to the Duchess of Cleveland, who has likewise near ten thousand pounds a year out of the new farm of the country excise of beer and ale, five thousand pounds a year out of the post-office, and, they say, the reversion of all the King's leases, the reversion of all places in the custom-house, the green wax, and indeed what not ? All promotions, spiritual and temporal, pass under her cognizance.
Page 215 - They had been together to see a neighbour of Cowley's ; who (according to the fashion of those times) made them too welcome. They did not set out for their walk home till it was too late ; and had drank so deep, that they lay out in the fields all night. This gave Cowley the fever that carried him off. The parish still talk of the drunken Dean.
Page 284 - Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, "° Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens: To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Or where ye Muses sport on COOPER'S HILL.
Page 216 - Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall flow.) I seem through consecrated walks to rove, I hear soft music die along the grove : Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade, By godlike poets venerable made; Here his first lays majestic DENHAM sung: There the last numbers flow'd from COWLEY'S' tongue. O early lost ' what tears the river shed, • When the sad pomp along his banks was led 1 His drooping swans on every note expire, And on his willows...