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Bright Stella, form’d for univers… Too well you know to keep the slav… When in your eyes resistless light… Awed into love our conquer’d heart… And yield reluctant to despotic sw…
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…
When Scaliger, whole years of lab… Beheld his lexicon complete at las… And weary of his task, with wond’r… Saw, from words pil’d on words, a… He curs’d the industry, inertly st…
Behold, my fair, where’er we rove, What dreary prospects round us ris… The naked hill, the leafless grove… The hoary ground, the frowning ski… Nor only through the wasted plain,
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
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…
On her playing upon the harpsichor… a room hung with flower-pieces of… When Stella strikes the tuneful s… In scenes of imitated Spring, Where beauty lavishes her powers
No more thus brooding o’er yon hea… With avarice painful vigils keep: Still unenjoy’d the present store, Still endless sighs are breathed f… O! quit the shadow, catch the priz…
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…
She ceas’d; then godlike Hector a… (His various plumage sporting in t… ‘That post and all the rest shall… But shall I then forsake the unfi… How would the Trojans brand great…
{On her giving the author a gold a… net-work purse of her own weaving}… Though gold and silk their charms… To make thy curious web delight, In vain the varied work would shin…
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…
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,
Oft in danger, yet alive, We are come to thirty-five; Long may better years arrive, Better years than thirty-five. Could philosophers contrive
LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plent… Great Sir John, are all your own. Loosen’d from the minor’s tether,