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awake Balder Bards beneath blush breast breath brood brow Caernarvonshire Cambridge cheerful churchyard Clare climes College Copley FIELDING dauntless death divine dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edda Edward Eirin Elegy Eton eyes fame fate fire flame FRANK HowARD gale genius glittering glory golden grace Gray Gray's hand Hark harmony Hauberk heart Heaven Henry the Sixth Hoder's honor hurl’d Iceland John Penn king Lady lance Lord lyre maid Margaret of Anjou Mason Melancholy morn mother Muse ne'er o'er Odin pain Pindar pleasure poem poet PROPHETESS Queen rapture reign repose round sable says shade SIR willIAM WILLIAMs Sisters smiling Snowdon ſº soft solemn song sorrow soul spirit spring stanza Stoke sublime sweet Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou tomb trembling triumph vale verse voice warblings warm warriors Weave weep Welsh wing youth
Page 97 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Page 104 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Page 109 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 110 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Page 110 - Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace!
Page 184 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 99 - DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitiet} and alone.
Page 118 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.