The Poetical Works of George Lord Lyttelton: With Additions to which Prefixed an Account of His Life

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Cadell and Davies, 1801 - English poetry - 147 pages
 

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Page 92 - O shades of Hagley, where is now your boas,t ? Your bright inhabitant is lost. You she preferr'd to all the gay resorts Where female vanity might wish to shine, The pomp of cities, and the pride of courts.
Page 104 - Made to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes, Though meek, magnanimous, though witty, wise ; Polite, as all her life in courts had been, Yet good, as she the world had never seen ; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentlest female tenderness combin'd.
Page x - When lord and lady Valentia came to see his lordship, he gave them his solemn benediction, and said, "Be good, be virtuous, my lord; you must come to this." Thus he continued giving his dying benediction to all around him. On Monday morning a lucid interval gave some small hopes, but these vanished in the evening ; and he continued dying, but with very little uneasiness, till Tuesday morning, August 22, when between seven and eight o'clock he expired, almost without a groan.
Page 141 - Such was the man — the poet well you know : Oft has he touch'd your hearts with tender woe : Oft, in this crowded house, with just applause, You heard him teach fair Virtue's purest laws ; For his chaste Muse...
Page 50 - Born to instruct, and to command mankind; Chiefs, by whose virtue mighty Rome was rais'd, And poets, who those chiefs sublimely prais'd...
Page 79 - XO him who in an hour must die, Not swifter seems that hour to fly, Than slow the minutes seem to me, Which keep me from the sight of thee. Not more that trembling wretch would give Another day or year to live; Than I to shorten what remains Of that long hour which thee detains. Oh ! come to my impatient arms, Oh ! come, with all thy heavenly charms, At once to justify and pay The pain I feel from this delay.
Page 63 - The clearest spring, or shadiest grove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love? When fond of power, of beauty vain, Her nets she spread for every swain, I strove to hate, but vainly strove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
Page 58 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great : A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight. Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Page ix - you shall be my confessor: when I first set out in the world, I had friends who endeavoured to shake my belief in the Christian religion. I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion.
Page 51 - Of thee more worthy were the task, to raise A lasting column to thy country's praise; To sing the land, which yet alone can boast That liberty corrupted Rome has lost ; Where Science in the arms of Peace is laid, And plants her palm beside the olive's shade.

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