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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
Ere shall they not, who resolute e… Times gloomy backward with judicio… And scanning right the practice of… Shall deem our hoar progenitors un… They to the dome where smoke with…
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…
The man, my friend, whose consciou… With virtue’s sacred ardour glows, Nor taints with death the envenom’… Nor needs the guard of Moorish bo… Though Scythia’s icy cliffs he tr…
When first the peasant, long incli… Forsakes his rural sports and peac… Pleas’d with the scene the smiling… He scorns the verdant meads and fl… Then dances jocund o’er the watery…
Not the soft sighs of vernal gales… The fragrance of the flowery vales… The murmurs of the crystal rill, The vocal grove, the verdant hill; Not all their charms, though all u…
Written in Ridicule of Certain P… {of Thomas Warton} Published in 1… Wheresoe’er I turn my view, All is strange, yet nothing new; Endless labour all along,
O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply… And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of c…
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,
Wouldst thou to some steadfast sea… Out of Fortune’s power retreat? Wouldst thou, when fierce Eurus b… Calmly rest in safe repose? Wouldst thou see the foaming main,
Alas! with swift and silent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The Seasons change, and Nature’s… Now sweetly smiles, now frowns sev… ’Twas Spring, ’twas Summer, all w…
When lately Stella’s form display… The beauties of the gay brocade, The nymphs, who found their power… Proclaim’d her not so fair as fine… ‘Fate! snatch away the bright disg…
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest, By flattering poets given, Who shine, by lavish lovers dress’… In all the pomp of heaven. Engross not all the beams on high,
To Stella: Whether Stella’s eyes are found Fix’d on earth or glancing round, If her face with pleasure glow, If she sigh at others’ woe,
Had this fair figure, which this f… Adorn’d in Roman time the brighte… In every dome, in every sacred pla… Her statue would have breathed an… And on its basis would have been e…