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I.The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,And born to lead in counsels or in arms,Have seldom turn'd their feet from glory's chaceTo dwell with..

—A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's son,Curs'd with dire..

I.Yes: you contemn the perjur'd maidWho all your favorite hopes betray'd:Nor, though her heart should home return,Her tuneful tongue it's falsehood..

I.Oh fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien;And, meditating plagues unseen,The sorceress hither bends:Behold her torch in gall imbrued:Behold — her garment..

I. 1.How oft shall i surveyThis humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade,The vale with sheaves o'erspread,The glassy brook, the flocks which round..

“--- VidemusNugari solitos.”-PersiusWhilom by silver Thames's gentle stream,In London town there dwelt a subtile wight;A wight of mickle wealth, and..

I.Behold; the Balance in the skySwift on the wintry scale inclines:To earthy caves the Dryads fly,And the bare pastures Pan resigns.Late did the..

I.Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill,Once more i seek, a languid guest:With throbbing temples and with burden'd breastOnce more i climb thy steep..

I.Come then, tell me, sage divine,Is it an offence to ownThat our bosoms e'er inclineToward immortal glory's throne?For with me nor pomp, nor..

I. 1.For toils which patriots have endur'd,For treason quell'd and laws secur'd,In every nation Time displaysThe palm of honourable praise.Envy may..

I.Whither did my fancy stray?By what magic drawn awayHave I left my studious theme?From this philosophic page,From the problems of the sage,Wandering..

I.Queen of my songs, harmonious maid,Ah why hast thou withdrawn thy aid?Ah why forsaken thus my breastWith inauspicious damps oppress'd?Where is the..

I.Of all the springs within the mindWhich prompt her steps in fortune's maze,From none more pleasing aid we findThan from the genuine love of..

I.With sordid floods the wintry UrnHath stain'd fair Richmond's level green:Her naked hill the Dryads mourn,No longer a poetic scene.No longer there..

Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fameSince I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell:Eager through endless years to sound thy name,Proud that my..

JULY, 1740.From pompous life's dull masquerade,From Pride's pursuits, and Passion's war,Far, my Cordelia, very far,To thee and me may Heaven..

I.To-night retir'd the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays:And now to Hesper is it givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till she shall to her lamp..

I.Meek honor, female shame,O! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky,From Albion dost thou fly;Of Albion's daughters once the favorite fame?O..

The Shape alone let others prize,The Features of the Fair;I look for Spirit in her Eyes,And Meaning in her Air.A Damask Cheek, an Iv'ry Arm,Shall..

I.Indeed, my Phædria, if to findThat wealth can female wishes gainHad e'er disturb'd your thoughtful mind,Or cost one serious moment's pain,I should..

I.Thou silent power, whose welcome swayCharms every anxious thought away;In whose divine oblivion drown'd,Sore pain and weary toil grow mild,Love is..

If, yet regardful of your native land,Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand,Lo, from the blissful bowers where heaven rewardsInstructive..

Approach in silence. 'tis no vulgar taleWhich I, the Dryad of this hoary oak,Pronounce to mortal ears. The second ageNow hasteneth to its period..

Such was old Chaucer. such the placid mienOf him who first with harmony inform'dThe language of our fathers. Here he dweltFor many a cheerful day...

To me, whom in their lays the shepherds callActæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream,This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine,Which o'er the..