A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Band 6J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise , Muft feel his own with all her spirit glow . III . I .. Are there , approv'd of later times , Whose verse adorn'd a * tyrant's crimes ? Who faw ...
... law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise , Muft feel his own with all her spirit glow . III . I .. Are there , approv'd of later times , Whose verse adorn'd a * tyrant's crimes ? Who faw ...
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... papal fnares and lawless arms , They plann'd for freedom this her aweful reign . VI . I. This reign , these laws , this public care , Which Naffau gave us all to fhare , Had Had ne'er adorn'd the English name , Could fear have ( 30 )
... papal fnares and lawless arms , They plann'd for freedom this her aweful reign . VI . I. This reign , these laws , this public care , Which Naffau gave us all to fhare , Had Had ne'er adorn'd the English name , Could fear have ( 30 )
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... laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Envy may rail ; and faction fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet blind and fordid foes ) To gratitude and love oppose , To ...
... laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Envy may rail ; and faction fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet blind and fordid foes ) To gratitude and love oppose , To ...
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... law " From hands rapacious and from tongues impure a " Let not my peaceful name be made a lure " The fnares of favage tyranny to aid : " Let not my words be impious chains to draw " The free - born foul , in more than brutal awe , " To ...
... law " From hands rapacious and from tongues impure a " Let not my peaceful name be made a lure " The fnares of favage tyranny to aid : " Let not my words be impious chains to draw " The free - born foul , in more than brutal awe , " To ...
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... law , And proudly thy fuccefs behold ; We ' attend thy reverend length of days , With benediction and with praise , And hail Thee in our public ways Like fome great spirit fam'd in ages old . III . 3 . While thus our vows prolong Thy ...
... law , And proudly thy fuccefs behold ; We ' attend thy reverend length of days , With benediction and with praise , And hail Thee in our public ways Like fome great spirit fam'd in ages old . III . 3 . While thus our vows prolong Thy ...
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Seite 387 - Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pidur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with
Seite 391 - Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, " Gone to falute the rifing Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
Seite 386 - This pencil take (fhe faid) whofe colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too thefe golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horrour that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears. III. 2.
Seite 384 - II. i. Man's feeble race what Ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Difeafe, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my Song, difprove, And juftify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her
Seite 387 - tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Mufe's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the
Seite 389 - (Loofe his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Matter's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. * Hark, how each giant-oak, and defart cave, * Sighs to the torrent's
Seite 390 - The characters of hell to trace. " Mark the year, and mark the night, " When Severn fhall re-echo with affright " The fhrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that ring, " Shrieks of an agonizing King! " She-Wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
Seite 382 - A WAKE, /Eolian lyre, awake, * And give to rapture all thy trembling firings. From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thoufand rills their mazy progrefs take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the ; rich ftream of mufic winds along Deep, majeftic, fmooth and ftrong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the
Seite 390 - they lie, * Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: * Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail; * The famifh'd Eagle fcreams, and paffes by. * Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, * Dear, as the light, that vifits thefe fad eyes, * Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep.
Seite 391 - From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs *' The fcourge of Heav'n. What Terrors round him wait! ** Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd, " And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. II. 2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart, no eye afford " A tear to grace his obfequies. »** Is the fable