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Amid ancient appear arms arts attend awful band bards beauty behold bloom BOOK boſom breaſt breath bright cares cauſe charms deeds deep delight divine dwell earth eternal fair faithful fame fancy fate father field fire firſt flame fons forms fortune foul frame freedom genius give glory groves hand hath hear heart heaven honours hope hour human imagination kind laſt laws light looks lyre mind morn mortal moſt move Muſe nature nature's o'er objects once pain paſſions paths pleaſing pleaſure pomp praiſe reaſon ridiculous riſe round ſacred ſame ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmiles ſome ſong ſoul ſprings ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtreams ſuch thee theſe things thoſe thou thought throne toil tongue truth turn various virtue voice walk whoſe wiſdom youth
Page 29 - When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, And bade the father of his country hail ? For lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And Rome again is free...
Page 15 - Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves, Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold, And clear autumnal skies and vernal showers, And all the fair variety of things.
Page 80 - Hence when lightning fires The arch of Heaven, and thunders rock the ground. When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air. And Ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky ; Amid the mighty uproar, while below The nations tremble, SHAKSPEARE looks abroad From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys The elemental war.
Page 80 - SHAKSPEARE looks abroad From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys The elemental war. But WALLER longs...
Page 116 - Decrees its province in the common toil. To some she taught the fabric of the sphere, The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars, The golden zones of heaven ; to some she gave To weigh the moment of eternal things, Of time...
Page 243 - Presents her tuneful sons to Time, So mark thou Milton's name ; And add, " Thus differs from the throng The spirit which inform'd thy awful song, Which bade thy potent voice protect thy country's fame.
Page 74 - O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast, With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves To frame he knows not what excelling things ; And win he knows not what sublime reward Of praise and wonder.
Page 326 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.