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... ev'ry vein . Fancy ! dear artist of the mental pow'r ! Fly , -fetch my genius to the social hour ; Give me again his glowing sense to warm , His song to warble , and his wit to charm . Alas ! alas ! how impotently true Th ' a๋rial ...
... ev'ry vein . Fancy ! dear artist of the mental pow'r ! Fly , -fetch my genius to the social hour ; Give me again his glowing sense to warm , His song to warble , and his wit to charm . Alas ! alas ! how impotently true Th ' a๋rial ...
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... ev'ry syllable of Greek ; I sit , and think o'er all that Sparta fir'd , That Athens boasted , and that Rome admir'd . Enraptur'd Fancy , busied with the theme , Forms ev'ry bright idea to a dream , Paints all the charming pageantry ...
... ev'ry syllable of Greek ; I sit , and think o'er all that Sparta fir'd , That Athens boasted , and that Rome admir'd . Enraptur'd Fancy , busied with the theme , Forms ev'ry bright idea to a dream , Paints all the charming pageantry ...
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... ev'ry sun ; Then seek the cottage , where the homely bowl Smooths ev'ry brow , and opens every soul ; Speeds the same social warmth from breast to breast , And bids them laugh at Verres , and his crest . When honest Colin sees the ...
... ev'ry sun ; Then seek the cottage , where the homely bowl Smooths ev'ry brow , and opens every soul ; Speeds the same social warmth from breast to breast , And bids them laugh at Verres , and his crest . When honest Colin sees the ...
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... ev'ry ocean of the arctic sky ; While he whose vast capacious mind explores All Nature's scenes , and Nature's God ... ev'ry tie , from ev'ry duty freed , Without a balance , and without a creed , Dead ev'ry sense , each particle divine ...
... ev'ry ocean of the arctic sky ; While he whose vast capacious mind explores All Nature's scenes , and Nature's God ... ev'ry tie , from ev'ry duty freed , Without a balance , and without a creed , Dead ev'ry sense , each particle divine ...
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... ev'ry sense is lost in ev'ry joy , E'er fill'd his heart , and beam'd upon his breast Content's full sunshine , with the calm of rest ? No -- Virtue only gives fair Peace to shine , And health , O sacred Temperance ! is thine . Hence ...
... ev'ry sense is lost in ev'ry joy , E'er fill'd his heart , and beam'd upon his breast Content's full sunshine , with the calm of rest ? No -- Virtue only gives fair Peace to shine , And health , O sacred Temperance ! is thine . Hence ...
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Page 144 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 143 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 147 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. 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 145 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Page 147 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Page 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.