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Ode Ii: On The Winter-Solstice
IThe radiant ruler of the yearAt length his wintry goal attains;Soon to reverse the long career,And northward bend his steady reins.Now, piercing..
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Inscriptions: Iii: Whoe'Er Thou Art Whose Pat In Summer Lies
Whoe'er thou art whose path in summer liesThrough yonder village, turn thee where the groveOf branching oaks a rural palace oldImbosoms. there dwells..
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Inscriptions: Viii: Ye Powers Unseen
Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of GreeceErected altars; ye who to the mindMore lofty views unfold, and prompt the heartWith more divine..
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Ode Iii: To The Cuckow
I.O rustic herald of the spring,At length in yonder woody valeFast by the brook I hear thee sing;And, studious of thy homely tale,Amid the vespers of..
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The Complaint
AWAY! away!Tempt me no more, insidious Love:Thy soothing swayLong did my youthful bosom prove:At length thy treason is discern'd,At length some..
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Ode On A Sermon Against Glory
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..
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Inscriptions: Ix: Me Tho' In Life's Sequester'D Vale
Me tho' in life's sequester'd valeThe Almighty sire ordain'd to dwell,Remote from glory's toilsome ways,And the great scenes of public praise;Yet let..
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Ode Xi: On Love, To A Friend
I.No, foolish youth—To virtuous fameIf now thy early hopes be vow'd,If true ambition's nobler flameCommand thy footsteps from the croud,Lean not to..
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Ode I: The Preface
I.On yonder verdant hilloc laid,Where oaks and elms, a friendly shade,O'erlook the falling stream,O master of the Latin lyre,Awhile with thee will i..
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Inscriptions: Iv: O Youths And Virgins
O youths and virgins: o declining eld:O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwellUnknown with humble quiet; ye who waitIn courts, or fill the golden..
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Inscriptions: Vi: For A Column At Runnymede
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here,While Thames among his willows from thy viewRetires; o stranger, stay thee, and the sceneAround..
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A British Philippic
Occasioned by the insults of the Spaniards, and the present preperations for war. 1738.Whence this unwonted transport in my breast?Why glow my..
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Pleasures Of Imagination, The
BOOK IWith what attractive charms this goodly frameOf Nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous..
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The Nightingale
To-night retired, the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays;And now to Hesper it is givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till she shall to her lamp..
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Ode To The Country Gentlemen Of England
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the whileDost thou presume? O inexpert in arms,Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile,With dreams of hope..
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Nightingale, The
To-night retired, the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays;And now to Hesper it is givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till she shall to her lamp..
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Friendship And Love
A DIALOGUE: Addressed to a young Lady.Friendship:In vain thy lawless Fires contend with mine,Tho' Crouds unnumber'd fall before thy Shrine;Let..
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The Pleasures Of Imagination
BOOK IWith what attractive charms this goodly frameOf Nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous..
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Amoret
If rightly tuneful bards decide,If it be fix'd in Love's decrees,That Beauty ought not to be triedBut by its native power to please,Then tell me..
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Love: An Elegy
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain,And three..
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Complaint, The
Away! away!Tempt me no more, insidious Love:Thy soothing swayLong did my youthful bosom prove:At length thy treason is discern'd,At length some..
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Female Beauty
Felices ter et ampliusQuos irrupta tenet Copula, nec malisDivulsus querimoniis,Suprema citius solvet amor die.What's Female Beauty, but an Art..
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For A Column At Runnymede
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse hereWhile Thames among his willows from thy viewRetires; O stranger, stay thee, and the sceneAround..
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Hymn To Science
Science! thou fair effusive rayFrom the great source of mental day,Free, generous, and refin'd!Descend with all thy treasures fraught,Illumine each..
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Youth Penetrant
I shall grow calm in a little while,But now, youth yearns in me to laugh;Cruel as cinematographI show life up to you ... and smile.I shall be calm in..
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