Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... thee Patron of a nation's cause . ' Twas there the world perceiv'd and own'd thee great , Thence Anna call'd thee to the reins of State ; " Go , said the greatest Queen , with Oxford go , And still the tumults of the world below , Exert ...
... thee Patron of a nation's cause . ' Twas there the world perceiv'd and own'd thee great , Thence Anna call'd thee to the reins of State ; " Go , said the greatest Queen , with Oxford go , And still the tumults of the world below , Exert ...
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... thee , best judge of this refin'd delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their ...
... thee , best judge of this refin'd delight , O ! born to genius , lo the Muses write ; ' Tis yours , my Lord , to bid each art excell , And smile on merit which you grace so well ; To make mankind a nobler Broghill see , And find their ...
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... thee the Irish harp , new strung , once more Greets our rough rocks , and bleak Hibernian shore : Thou , Thomson , bad'st my fingers wake the strings , And with thy praise the wild wood hollow rings ; The shades of reverend Druids hover ...
... thee the Irish harp , new strung , once more Greets our rough rocks , and bleak Hibernian shore : Thou , Thomson , bad'st my fingers wake the strings , And with thy praise the wild wood hollow rings ; The shades of reverend Druids hover ...
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... Thee their bright sovereign all the signs allow , And Thomson is the name for Nature now : Thou first could'st drive the coursers of the day , Nor through the dazzling glories lost thy way ; Thy steeds red hoofs , still trod th ...
... Thee their bright sovereign all the signs allow , And Thomson is the name for Nature now : Thou first could'st drive the coursers of the day , Nor through the dazzling glories lost thy way ; Thy steeds red hoofs , still trod th ...
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... thee now retir'd What lawn or grove is by the Muse admir'd ? Dost thou in Stowe's delightful gardens stray , Or in the glooms of Doddington delay : There sweet embower'd some favorite author read , Or breathe the breezes of thy native ...
... thee now retir'd What lawn or grove is by the Muse admir'd ? Dost thou in Stowe's delightful gardens stray , Or in the glooms of Doddington delay : There sweet embower'd some favorite author read , Or breathe the breezes of thy native ...
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Almada bards beams beauteous beauty behold bend beneath bids blest blushes boast bold brave breast breath bright charms clime coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre mind Mount Athos mountains Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred savage genius scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound Spain spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse Viriatus voice waves wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE youth Zeuxis
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Page 133 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 122 - But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave — And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride : From these the feeble heart and long-fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find.
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Page 118 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 132 - Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind ; Why have I strayed...
Page 121 - Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground — Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year — Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die — These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling hind.
Page 122 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Page 131 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Page 124 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.
Page 122 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.