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Arms beauteous Beauty Behold Belgia Breast Britannia Cæsar call'd Casar Charms Clean cou'd Court Crouds Crown CUPID Darts Death e'en Elisa ev'ry Eyes Fair Fame Fate Fire Flame Fleche Flood flow Flow'rs Foes Genius Glory Goddess Grace Grove Hand happy Harmony Harp Harpagon Heart Heav'n heav'nly Heroe Honourable the Lady Horace House of Nassau Hughes Humour Immortal inspire John Duncombe join'd King Light Lise Love Lover Lyre Maid mighty Muse Mustek Night Numbers Nymphs o'er Peace persect Plains pleas'd Pleasure Poem Pothinus Pow'r Praise Pride proud Publick Race racter Rage Reign Right Honourable rise sase Scene shine shou'd Siege of Damascus Sight sing Sir William Temple Skies Smile soft Soul Streams sweet thee thou Thoughts thro Train Triumph Triumph of Peace Virtue Voice William Winds World wou'd writ Youth
Page iii - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 262 - For they do not appear to me to have lost the faculty of reasoning, but having joined together some ideas very wrongly, they mistake them for truths; and they err as men do that argue right from wrong principles. For, by the violence of their imaginations, having taken their fancies for realities, they make right deductions from them.
Page 63 - I vow and swear ; But, wet and cold, crave shelter here ; Betray'd by night, and led astray, I've lost, alas ! I've lost my way.
Page 174 - Janus, gave me first to know A mortal's trifling cares below ; My race of life began with thee. Thus far, from great misfortunes free, Contented, I my lot endure, Nor Nature's rigid laws arraign, Nor spurn at common ills in vain, Which folly cannot shun, nor wise reflexion cure.
Page xli - Sword, fire, and all thy ever open gates, That day and night stand ready to receive us. But what's beyond them ? — Who will draw that veil? Yet death's not there — No, 'tis a point of time, The verge 'twixt mortal and immortal beings. It mocks our thoughts! On tins side all is life; And when we have rcach'd it, in that very instant, Tis past the thinking of!
Page xxxix - Your God is one God, there is no God but He, the most merciful.
Page xix - The town is highly obliged to that excellent artist, for having shewn us the Italian music in its perfection, as well as for that generous appro-bation he lately gave to an opera of our own country, in which the composer endeavoured to do justice to the beauty of the words, by following that noble example which has been set him by the greatest foreign masters in that art.
Page 66 - Arms ; At leaft, if that's too much, afford a fpace To meeting Lips, nor fhall we flight the Grace ; We owe .to thee this Freedom to complain, And breathe our Vows, but Vows, alas ! in vain. Thus having faid, when Evening call'd to Reft, The faithful Pair on either fide impreft An intercepted Kifs, then bade Good-night ; But when th...
Page 59 - How fhort has thy mild empire been ! When pregnant Time brought forth this new-born age. At firft we faw thee gently fmile On the young birth, and thy fweet voice awhile...