Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health, and The Bastard. To which is Prefixed a Pref., Giving Some Account of ThemJ. Turner, 1761 - 115 pages |
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... Kings , and Patriots feel ! Tho ' gay as Mirth , as curious Thought sedate , As Elegance polite , as Pow'r elate ; Profound as Reafon , and as Juftice clear ; Soft as Compaffion , yet as Truth fevere ; C 4 As As Bounty copious , as ...
... Kings , and Patriots feel ! Tho ' gay as Mirth , as curious Thought sedate , As Elegance polite , as Pow'r elate ; Profound as Reafon , and as Juftice clear ; Soft as Compaffion , yet as Truth fevere ; C 4 As As Bounty copious , as ...
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... King of Kings ! The Crown of Thorns ; the Crofs , that felt him die ; Thefe , languid in the Sketch , unfinish'd , lye . There , from the Dead , Centurions fee him rife , See ! but ftruck down with horrible Surprize ! As the first Glory ...
... King of Kings ! The Crown of Thorns ; the Crofs , that felt him die ; Thefe , languid in the Sketch , unfinish'd , lye . There , from the Dead , Centurions fee him rife , See ! but ftruck down with horrible Surprize ! As the first Glory ...
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... Kings ! O Thou , who form'd , who rais'd the Poet's Art , ( Voice of thy Will ! ) unerring Force impart ! If wailing Worth can gen'rous Warmth excite , If Verfe can gild Inftruction with Delight , E 2 Inspire Inspire his honest Muse ...
... Kings ! O Thou , who form'd , who rais'd the Poet's Art , ( Voice of thy Will ! ) unerring Force impart ! If wailing Worth can gen'rous Warmth excite , If Verfe can gild Inftruction with Delight , E 2 Inspire Inspire his honest Muse ...
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... King of Day , Red thro ' the kindling Lion , shoots his Ray . The tawny Harvest pays the earlier Plough , And mellowing Fruitage loads the bending Bough . " Tis Day - fpring . Now green Lab'rinths I frequent , Where Wisdom oft retires ...
... King of Day , Red thro ' the kindling Lion , shoots his Ray . The tawny Harvest pays the earlier Plough , And mellowing Fruitage loads the bending Bough . " Tis Day - fpring . Now green Lab'rinths I frequent , Where Wisdom oft retires ...
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... Kings , And only spreads o'er free - born States her Wings . The Roof is now the Daw's , or Raven's Haunt , And loathfome Toads in the dark Entrance pant ; Or Snakes , that lurk to fnap the heedless Fly , And fated Bird , that oft comes ...
... Kings , And only spreads o'er free - born States her Wings . The Roof is now the Daw's , or Raven's Haunt , And loathfome Toads in the dark Entrance pant ; Or Snakes , that lurk to fnap the heedless Fly , And fated Bird , that oft comes ...
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Abelard BASTAR behold beneath Blaze bleft bluſh Bofom Breaft bright Charms cloſe Clouds conſcious Dæmons dear defcend Deſpair diſplay divine Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fair Fame Fancy Fate feems fhall fhine figh firſt Flame flies flow Flow'rs fmiling foft folemn fome foul ftands ftill fuch funk fweet fwell gen'rous Glory glow Goddeſs Grace Grief Heart Heav'n heav'nly Honour infpire laft lefs loft lov'd Love Luftre Mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Numbers o'er Olympia Paffion pale Phaon Pow'r Praiſe Pride purſue raiſe Raptures Rays reft RICHARD SAVAGE rife riſe Rocks rofe Sapho Scene ſcenes ſeen Seraph Shade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſhow ſmile Soul ſpeak ſpread Spring ſtand ſtill ſweet Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thro trembling TYRCONNEL Virtue WANDERER weep whofe Whoſe wild Wind wiſh Youth
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Page 9 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 7 - ... on earth there be), And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd ! what...
Page 9 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze...
Page 6 - Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Page 14 - Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Page 11 - But let heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
Page 4 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Tho' cold like you, unmov'd and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
Page 7 - Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Page 7 - Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Page 5 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare...