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Šther Albion arms beauty behold beneath blest bliss boast breast bright Britain's Britannia's brow charms courser crowd curs'd dame divine dome dreadful e'er ev'n eyes face facred fair fairy fame fancy fate fatire flame Flandrian flow foes form'd foul Gaul gen'rous give glory good-natur'd grace Grongar Hill groves happy hear heart heav'n honour joys Kenna kings lise lise's lyre maid mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain passion peace Peleus pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pride prince proud queen quid rage rais'd reign resin'd rise risum round sacred sase scene sear seel Semele sense shade shew shun sields sierce sight sill sill'd sing sire sirst six'd skies smile Smilinda soft soul Spleen sweet taste tempest terque thee thou thought throne tow'rs trembling truth Twas virtue ween Whigs wild wind wise wretched youth
Page 242 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
Page 325 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 216 - Trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various Dyes : The gloomy Pine, the Poplar blue, The yellow Beech, the sable Yew, The slender Fir...
Page 326 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 324 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 139 - And may my humble dwelling stand Upon some chosen spot of land : A pond before full to the brim, Where cows may cool, and geese may swim; Behind, a green like velvet neat, Soft to the eye, and to the feet; Where od'rous plants in evening fair Breathe all around ambrosial air...
Page 194 - This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse. The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Page 217 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Page 217 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 200 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.