PoemsA. WARD, AND SOLD BY ROBERT HORSEFIELD, No.XXII. IN LUDGATE-STREET; T. CADELL, IN THE STRAND; AND W. TESSEYMAN, IN THE MINSTER-YARD, YORK., 1774 - 3 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 26
Page
... lead , And ftrew with many a rose the shaven green . So , to deceive my folitary days , With rural toils ingenuous arts I blend , Secure from envy , negligent of praise , Yet not unknown to fame , if D'ARCY lend His wonted smile to ...
... lead , And ftrew with many a rose the shaven green . So , to deceive my folitary days , With rural toils ingenuous arts I blend , Secure from envy , negligent of praise , Yet not unknown to fame , if D'ARCY lend His wonted smile to ...
Page 20
... lead To that high fhrine the facred Maid : Thy daughter fhe , the Empress of the lyre , The first , the faireft , of Aonia's quire . She comes , and lo , thy realms expand ! She takes her delegated ftand Full in the midft , and o'er thy ...
... lead To that high fhrine the facred Maid : Thy daughter fhe , the Empress of the lyre , The first , the faireft , of Aonia's quire . She comes , and lo , thy realms expand ! She takes her delegated ftand Full in the midft , and o'er thy ...
Page 23
... lead This fluid crystal sparkling as it flows , Whither , ah , whither art thou fled ? What shade is confcious to thy woes ? Ah , ' tis yon Poplars ' awful gloom : Poetic eyes can pierce the scene ; Can fee thy drooping head , thy ...
... lead This fluid crystal sparkling as it flows , Whither , ah , whither art thou fled ? What shade is confcious to thy woes ? Ah , ' tis yon Poplars ' awful gloom : Poetic eyes can pierce the scene ; Can fee thy drooping head , thy ...
Page 28
... enchanted ground ; To myrtle groves , Elyfian greens , " In which fome fav'rite Youth fhall rove , And meet , and lead her thro ' the glittering scenes , And all be Mufic , Extafy , and Love , ODE O DE IV . To INDEPENDE NC r . H [ 28 ]
... enchanted ground ; To myrtle groves , Elyfian greens , " In which fome fav'rite Youth fhall rove , And meet , and lead her thro ' the glittering scenes , And all be Mufic , Extafy , and Love , ODE O DE IV . To INDEPENDE NC r . H [ 28 ]
Page 32
... leads on her pallid train , " And fees thee , like the weak , and widow'd Vine , " Winding thy blafted tendrils o'er the plain . " At that fad hour fhall D'ARCY lend his aid , " And raise with Friendship's arm thy drooping head . VIII ...
... leads on her pallid train , " And fees thee , like the weak , and widow'd Vine , " Winding thy blafted tendrils o'er the plain . " At that fad hour fhall D'ARCY lend his aid , " And raise with Friendship's arm thy drooping head . VIII ...
Common terms and phrases
antient ARVIRAGUS ATHEL ATHELWOLD AULUS DIDIU Bards baſe beft beſt bleffing bleft breaſt Britiſh Britons brother CARAC CARACTA CARACTACUS CARACTACUS's cauſe charm CHORUS Doft thou doth Druid e'er Earl EDGAR EDWIN ELFRIDA ELIDURUS Ev'n ev'ry EVELIN facred falchion fate father fave fear fecret fhade fhall fifter figh filent firſt flain foft folemn fome fong foon foul friendſhip ftill ftream fuch fure fword gainſt Gods grove hallow'd hear heav'n holy honours inftant juſt King light Lord lyre Mona moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt o'er ORGAR paffions peace praiſe Prince purpoſe reft rife Romans ſcene SEMICHORUS ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpirits ſpread ſtep ſtill ſtrain ſuch ſweet taſte tears thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thro throne trembling vafe VELLINUS vermil VIRAGUS Virgins whofe whoſe wiſh WOLD youth
Popular passages
Page 63 - 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 157 - 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 176 - 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 202 - 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 191 - 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 172 - 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 64 - 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 126 - 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 58 - 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 88 - 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.