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Page 65 - Ev'n from the grave thou shall have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee ; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move ; And if so fair, from vanity as free ; As firm in friendship, and as fond in love. Tell them, tho' 'tis an awful thing to die, (Twas ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high. And bids " the pure in heart behold their God.
Page 159 - Gaze on the solemn scene : behold yon oak, How stern he frowns, and with his broad brown arms Chills the pale plain beneath him : mark yon altar, The dark stream brawling round its rugged base, These cliffs, these yawning caverns, this wide circus, Skirted with unhewn stone : they awe my soul, As if the very Genius of the place Himself appear'd, and with terrific tread Stalk'd through his drear domain.
Page 178 - To whom my youth was constant; 'twas Heav'n's will To take her from me at that very hour, When best her love might sooth me ; that black hour, (May Memory ever raze it from her records) When all my squadrons fled, and left their king Old and defenceless : him, who nine whole years Had taught them how to conquer : Yes, my friends, For nine whole years against the sons of rapine I led my veterans, oft to victory, Never 'till then to shame.
Page 204 - tis thus. CHORUS. We trust thou do'st not. CARACTACUS. Masters of Wisdom ! No : my soul confides In that all-healing and all-forming Power, Who on the radiant day when Time was born, Cast his broad eye upon the wild of ocean, And calm'd it with a glance : then plunging deep His mighty arm, pluck'd from its dark domain...
Page 193 - Sublime upon the burnish'd prow, He bad thy manly modes to flow ; Britain heard the descant bold, She flung her white arms o'er the sea ; Proud in her leafy bosom to enfold The freight of harmony. I. 2. Mute 'till then was ev'ry plain, Save where the flood o'er mountains rude Tumbled his tide amain : And Echo from th...
Page 174 - I had a queen : Bear with my weakness, Druid ! this tough breast Must heave a sigh, for she is unreveng'd. And can I taste true peace, she unreveng'd ? So chaste, so lov'da queen ? ah, Evelina ! Hang not thus weeping on the feeble arm That could not save...
Page 66 - To form that harmony of soul and face, Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind. Such was the Maid, that in the morn of youth, In virgin innocence, in Nature's pride, Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth, Sunk in her Father's fond embrace, and died. He weeps...
Page 128 - O earth, cold earth, Upon whose breast I cast this load of mis'ry, Bear it awhile ; and you, ye aged oaks, Ye venerable fathers of this wood, Who oft have cool'd beneath your arching shades My humble ancestors, oft seen them hie To your spread umbrage, from yon sultry field, Their scene of honest labour, shade, ah ! shade, The last, the wretchedest of all their race.
Page 60 - Not sink and slumber in your cells of clay. Know, ye were form'd to range yon azure field, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave ; Force then, secure in Faith's protecting shield, The sting from Death, the vict'ry from the Grave.
Page 90 - Seek these embow'ring shades ! Meanwhile, my friends, Sooth me with harmony. I know full well That ye were nurs'd in Cornwall's wizard caves, And oft have pac'd the fairy-peopled vales Of Devon, where Posterity retains Some vein of that old minstrelsy, which breath'd Through each time-honour'd grove of British oak.

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