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 |
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... pity DRYDEN ; hark , whene'er he fings , How Adulation drops her courtly dew On titled Rhymers , and inglorious Kings . See , from the depths of his exhaustless mine , His glittering ftores the tuneful Spendthrift throws ; Where Fear ...
... pity DRYDEN ; hark , whene'er he fings , How Adulation drops her courtly dew On titled Rhymers , and inglorious Kings . See , from the depths of his exhaustless mine , His glittering ftores the tuneful Spendthrift throws ; Where Fear ...
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... pity and condole thy wretched state , But we can do no more ; which , on thy part , Claims juft returns of pity : for whose lot Demands it more than theirs , whom fate forbids To taste the joys of courteous charity ; To wipe the ...
... pity and condole thy wretched state , But we can do no more ; which , on thy part , Claims juft returns of pity : for whose lot Demands it more than theirs , whom fate forbids To taste the joys of courteous charity ; To wipe the ...
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... Pity Have made his breast their home . He is a man More apt , thro ' inborn gentleness to err In giving mercy's tide too free a course , Than with a thrifty and illiberal hand To ftint its channel . This his praife you'll hear The ...
... Pity Have made his breast their home . He is a man More apt , thro ' inborn gentleness to err In giving mercy's tide too free a course , Than with a thrifty and illiberal hand To ftint its channel . This his praife you'll hear The ...
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... pity - But I fear me now , ' Twas false ; some spy perchance , and may have heard ORGAR . I have ; yet not for that are you betray'd . Fair Excellence , my heart is bound unto you , I feel a tender intereft in your welfare , Tender as ...
... pity - But I fear me now , ' Twas false ; some spy perchance , and may have heard ORGAR . I have ; yet not for that are you betray'd . Fair Excellence , my heart is bound unto you , I feel a tender intereft in your welfare , Tender as ...
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... pity , And very fearful . Fearful , fure with cause At this dread hour , when if one hapless word , One figh break forth unbid , it may rekindle The Monarch's rage - What has my phrenzy faid ? I've wander'd from my meaning . Dearest ...
... pity , And very fearful . Fearful , fure with cause At this dread hour , when if one hapless word , One figh break forth unbid , it may rekindle The Monarch's rage - What has my phrenzy faid ? I've wander'd from my meaning . Dearest ...
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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
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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.