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author, and sold, 1780 - Welsh poetry - 242 pages
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Page 6 - Bahold me, least of human kind, Yet Heav'n illumes my soaring mind. Lo! from the yawning deep I came, Friend to thy lineage and thy fame, To point thee out the paths of truth, To guard from hidden rocks thy youth; From seas, from mountains, far and wide, God will the good and virtuous guide.
Page 6 - Toft by the billows to and fro, Yet ftill, by him infpir'd, my fong The weak can raife, confound the ftrong : Am not I better, Elphin ! fay, Than thoufands of thy fcaly prey ? IV. Elphin ! fair as rofeate morn, Ceafe, O ! lovely youth, to mourn. Weak on my leathern couch I lie, Yet heav'nly lore I can defcry ; Gifts divine my tongue infpire, My bofom glows celeftial fire j Mark ! how it mounts, my lips difclofe The certain fate of Elphin's foes ; Fix thy hopes on him alone, Who is th...
Page 118 - With polifh'd fcience to adorn the Bard, Bold to admire, yet not afraid to blame. O ! could his (hade, where peace, where wifdom reigns, Thy nervous page behold, with wonder fraught, Even there the Bard would blefs thy friendly ftrains, And own his magic felt; his genius caught. There would he wifh, if there a wifh can be...
Page 187 - Bids filver luftre grace yon fparkling tide, That winding warbles down the mountain's fide. Away, ye Goblins all, Wont the bewilder'd traveller to daunt; Whofe vagrant feet have trac'd your fecret haunt Befide fome lonely wall, Or fhatter'd ruin...
Page 5 - That on thy lovely vifage dwell; Wipe, ah ! wipe the pearly tear, Nor let thy manly bofom fear ; What good can melancholy give ? 'Tis bondage in her train to live. Pungent forrows doubts proclaim...
Page 123 - Cambria's once-fam'd land, And sleeping Druids felt his magic lay. But vain the magic lay, the warbling lyre, Imperious Death ! from thy fell grasp to save ; He knew, and told it with a Poet's fire, " The paths of Glory lead but to the grave.
Page 157 - Certain pledge how well they'll prove What they owe to Social Love. Hail! thou blessing all divine! Still, O still through Albion shine; Whilst thy golden chain's unbroke, Her foes shall bend beneath her yoke.
Page 33 - Beneath life's preffure, yet bear up a while, And what your bounded view, which only faw A little part, deem'd Evil, is no more : The ftorms of WINTRY TIME will quickly pafs, And one unbounded SPRING encircle all.
Page 156 - On the occasion of their Anniversary Dinner at the Crown and Anchor Tavern in the Strand, the 22d Day of February, 1773 Sung by a Choir of Boys marching round the Room, at the Head of the Society's Poor Boys SOCIAL Virtue's liberal plan Cheers the helpless race of man: O'er the poor's defenceless head, See! her healing wings are spread! Plants from Britain's earth behold (Britain, parent of the bold), Snatched from Vice's horrid train, Chilling penury and pain!
Page 157 - SEE thefe happy youths, now made Bulwarks of our wealth and trade. From this glorious fource will flow, Vigorous flrength, to quell each foe.

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