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... soft caress'd : Without a thought , without a care To discompose their rest , The meaner herd exulting pant to rove The flowery paths of pleasure's fairy grove . While more determin'd bosoms glow With high Ambition's fires : Source of ...
... soft caress'd : Without a thought , without a care To discompose their rest , The meaner herd exulting pant to rove The flowery paths of pleasure's fairy grove . While more determin'd bosoms glow With high Ambition's fires : Source of ...
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... Soft power , by all confest ! See'st thou the coward and the brave , The free - born Briton and the slave , With equal rapture blest ? The Gods , indulgent to mankind , The tenderest passions of the mind With frugal hands dispense ; For ...
... Soft power , by all confest ! See'st thou the coward and the brave , The free - born Briton and the slave , With equal rapture blest ? The Gods , indulgent to mankind , The tenderest passions of the mind With frugal hands dispense ; For ...
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... 'd thee to every sense awake , Blith hope , or frantic fear ? Can human miseries steal a sigh , Or from thy soft consenting eye Can pity draw the tear ? Canst thou with wild Othello glow In all his maddening 8 Ode III . ODES .
... 'd thee to every sense awake , Blith hope , or frantic fear ? Can human miseries steal a sigh , Or from thy soft consenting eye Can pity draw the tear ? Canst thou with wild Othello glow In all his maddening 8 Ode III . ODES .
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... When Handel strikes the magic string , With transport do you hear ? Or dost thou languish into pain When soft Correlli's tender strain Subdues the ravish'd ear ? Canst thou with Freedom's sons rejoice To hear th ' Ode III . ODES .
... When Handel strikes the magic string , With transport do you hear ? Or dost thou languish into pain When soft Correlli's tender strain Subdues the ravish'd ear ? Canst thou with Freedom's sons rejoice To hear th ' Ode III . ODES .
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... soft flute sooths the rural throng , And dew - drops load the flowrets ' heads ; Where the ingenuous chorus sings , The delicate touch flies o'er the trembling strings , From the gilt roof the symphony rebounds ; Thine , goddess , are ...
... soft flute sooths the rural throng , And dew - drops load the flowrets ' heads ; Where the ingenuous chorus sings , The delicate touch flies o'er the trembling strings , From the gilt roof the symphony rebounds ; Thine , goddess , are ...
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amorous tale ANTISTROPHE awful Beauty's Behold blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breathes brow canst charms chearful cheek cherub confest Corsica crown'd deep delight desart Despair divine dread drest ev'ry eyes fair faithless Fancy Fancy's fate fear feel fire flame flow flowers fond Friendship gloom glow Goddess grace Grief grove hand Hark heart heaven heavenly Hope hour JOSEPH WARTON light Love Love's lyre maid Melancholy MELPOMENE mild mind Mirth morn Morpheus Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er pale PALEMON passions peace pensive plain Pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rage rapture rill round rove sacred scene shade shine sighs sight silver star smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul spring STROPHE sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou Thro train trembling Twas Virtue wave wealth wild wing Wisdom's wretch Youth ΤΟ
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Page 103 - THY spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Page 77 - A thousand widows' shrieks I hear ; " Give me another horse !" I cry, Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? — — What spirit, say, To battle hurries me away ? 'Tis Fancy, in her fiery car, Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er the hills of slain, Where Tumult and Destruction reign ; Where, mad with pain, the wounded steed Tramples the dying and the dead : Where giant Terror stalks around, With sullen joy surveys the ground, And, pointing to th...
Page 75 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...
Page 145 - Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves...
Page 76 - PEACE resort, And VENUS keeps her festive court, Where MIRTH and YOUTH each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads, Where LAUGHTER rose-lip'd HEBE leads...
Page 107 - Taste unspoil'd the frugal table spread, And Industry supply the humble store, And Sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed ; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite ! Shall chase far off the goblins of the night, And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power ! my patron and my pride ! 120 SONG.
Page 101 - Woe, and groan of grim Despair. Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye Darts quick destruction in each baleful glance ; Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy, Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance ; Behold, amidst the dire array, Pale wither'd Care his giant-stature rears, And lo, his iron hand prepares To grasp its feeble prey.
Page 143 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Page 101 - Who now will guard bewilder'd youth Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage ? Such war can Virtue wage, Virtue, that bears the sacred shield of Truth ? Alas ! full oft on Guilt's victorious car, The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar, In long obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn, Resigns to tears her angel form.
Page 74 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murdered fatling of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock.