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Ægypt Archimago arms bards Bavius beneath blest bliss blissful band blooming store boast brave breast charms claim consin'd cou'd court crown Delia delight disdain divine Druids earth Edward EPIGRAM Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair false fame fear fense flame flow'ry fond form'd foul Garter gen'rous Genius gentle giv'n glorious glory grace grove hand happy hath heart heav'n heav'nly Hence honour immortal inspir'd king knight laws liberty lord lyre magick maid mighty mind Muse nature's noble o'er pain passion peace Pindus plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pride prince prince of Wales publick rage rais'd resin'd Rome royal sacred sage shade shou'd sield sire sirst six'd slave smiles soft song sooth soul sov'reign spirit sweet tender thee thine thou thought thro throne toils train truth valour vex'd victors fung virtue virtue's virtuous voice wealth Whate'er worthy prince wou'd wretch youth
Page 271 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 269 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Page 79 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove...
Page 267 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 266 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 46 - Tell me, my heart, if this be love? If she some other youth commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, His instant enemy I prove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
Page 37 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Page 70 - VII. Where were ye, Mufes, when relentlefs fate From thefe fond arms your fair difciple tore, From thefe fond arms that vainly ftrove With haplefs...
Page 2 - Damon came, unknowing where he ftray'd, Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off, unfed, untended lay, To ev'ry favage a defencelefs prey ; No fenfe of int'reft could their matter move, And ev'ry care feem'd trifling now but Love. Awhile in penfive filence he remain'd> But tho...