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æther Albion arms artsul beauty Behold beneath blest boast breast Britain's Britannia's brow Cardelia charms cou'd courser curs'd dame delight divine dome dreadsul e'er ev'n ev'ry eyes face facred fair fairy fam'd fame fantastick fate fatire Flandrian flow'rs foes form'd foul Gaul give glory grace Grongar Hill groves happy hear heart heav'n honour joys Kenna kings lise lise's lyre maid mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain passion peace Peleus pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pride proud publick queen quid rage rais'd reign resin'd rise round SATIRE of JUVENAL scene sear seel sense shade shew shine shun sields sierce sight sill sill'd sing sire sirst six'd skies smile Smilinda soul Spleen sweet taste terque thee thou thoufand thought thro throne tow'rs trembling truth Twas virtue vows ween wise wou'd wretched youth
Pàgina 24 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Pàgina 324 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Pàgina 213 - Grongar Hill Silent nymph! with curious eye Who the purple evening lie On the mountain's lonely van Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things...
Pàgina 22 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven...
Pàgina 25 - COLIN AND LUCY. A BALLAD. OF Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair, Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless love, and pining care, Impair'd her rosy hue, Her coral lips, and damask cheeks, And eyes of glossy blue. Oh ! have you seen a lily pale, When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow-consuming maid, Her life now near its end. By Lucy warn'd, of flattering...
Pàgina 216 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Pàgina 217 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Pàgina 214 - Does the face of Nature show In all the hues of heaven's bow, And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.