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Grown old in courts, thou art not… Who keeps the rigid rules of ancie… Well skill’d to soothe a foe with… To sink the fatal precipice before… And then lament his fall with seem…
LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flowing in the Prophet’s word And the People’s liberty! Never was to chosen race
This tributary verse receive, my f… Warm with an ardent lover’s fondes… May this returning day for ever fi… Thy form more lovely, more adorn’d… All pains, all cares, may favourin…
Thou who survey’st these walls wit… Pause at this tomb where Hanmer’s… His various worth through varied l… And learn his virtues while thou m… His force of genius burn’d in earl…
Lovely courier of the sky, Whence and whither dost thou fly? Scattering, as thy pinions play, Liquid fragrance all the way: Is it business? is it love?
The man who pants for ample sway, Must bid his passions all obey; Must bid each wild desire be still… Nor yoke his reason with his will: For though beneath thy haughty bro…
Wouldst thou to some steadfast sea… Out of Fortune’s power retreat? Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus b… Calmly rest in safe repose? Wouldst thou see the foaming main,
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales… The fragrance of the flowery vales… The murmurs of the crystal rill, The vocal grove, the verdant hill; Not all their charms, though all u…
When first the peasant, long incli… Forsakes his rural sports and peac… Pleas’d with the scene the smiling… He scorns the verdant meads and fl… Then dances jocund o’er the watery…
What hopes - what terrors does thi… Ambiguous emblem of uncertain fate… The myrtle (ensign of supreme comm… Consign’d to Venus by Melissa’s h… Not less capricious than a reignin…
O Thou! whose power o’er moving w… Whose voice created, and whose wis… On darkling man in pure effulgence… And cheer the clouded mind with li… ’Tis thine alone to calm the pious…
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest, By flattering poets given, Who shine, by lavish lovers dress’… In all the pomp of heaven. Engross not all the beams on high,
Written in Ridicule of Certain P… {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1… Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along,
Stern Winter now, by Spring repre… Forbears the long-continued strife… And Nature, on her naked breast, Delights to catch the gales of lif… Now o’er the rural kingdom roves,
CONDEMN’D to Hope’s delusive m… As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying…