The Poetical Works of Richard Glover: In Two Volumes. Collated with the Best Editions:

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Printed at the Stanhope Press, by Charles Whittingham, ... for John Sharpe, 1808
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Page 175 - Had been better far than dying Of a griev'd and broken heart. Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail ; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain. Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below, Thro...
Page 23 - And smiles on glorious fate. To live with fame The gods allow to many ; but to die With equal lustre is a blessing Heaven Selects from all the choicest boons of fate, And with a sparing hand on few bestows.
Page 174 - I, by twenty sail attended, Did this Spanish town affright; Nothing then its wealth defended But my orders not to fight. Oh! that in this rolling ocean I had cast them with disdain, And obeyed my heart's warm motion To have quelled the pride of Spain!
Page 174 - Lo, each hangs his drooping forehead, While his dismal tale is told. " ' I, by twenty sail attended, Did this Spanish town affright : Nothing then its wealth defended But my orders not to fight.
Page 176 - Through the hoary foam ascending, Here I feed my constant woe : Here the Bastimentos viewing, We recall our shameful doom, And, our plaintive cries renewing, Wander through the midnight gloom. O'er these waves, for ever mourning, Shall we roam...
Page 139 - Newton, who first th' Almighty's works display'd And smooth'd that mirror, in whose polish'd face The great Creator now conspicuous shines; Who open'd nature's adamantine gates, And to our minds her secret powers expos'd; Newton demands the Muse; his sacred hand Shall guide her infant steps; his sacred hand Shall raise her to the Heliconian height, Where, on its lofty top enthron'd, her head Shall mingle with the...
Page 174 - On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre, When the shade of HOSIER brave, His pale bands was seen to...
Page 175 - Hast achieved with six alone. Then the Bastimentos never Had our foul dishonour seen, Nor the sea the sad receiver Of this gallant train had been. ' Thus, like thee proud Spain dismaying, And her galleons leading home, Though condemn'd for disobeying, I had met a traitor's doom ; To have fallen, my country crying, He has play'd an English part, Had been better far than dying, Of a griev'd and broken heart.
Page 88 - Th' immeasurable ranks his sight was lost, A momentary gloom o'ercast his mind, While this reflection fill'd his eyes with tears; That, soon as time a hundred years had told, Not one among those millions should survive. Whence to obscure thy pride arose that cloud ? Was it that once humanity could touch A tyrant's breast? Or rather did thy soul Repine, O Xerxes, at the bitter thought That all thy pow'r was mortal...
Page 21 - On ev'ry visage hung Sad expectation. Not a whisper told The silent fear. Intensely all were fix'd, All still as death, to hear the solemn tale. As o'er the western waves, when ev'ry storm Is hush'd within its cavern, and a breeze, Soft-breathing, lightly with its wings along The slacken'd cordage glides, the sailor's ear Perceives no sound throughout the vast expanse; None, but the murmurs of the sliding prow, Which slowly parts the smooth and yielding main : So through the wide and...

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