The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, B. D.: Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford; and Poet Laureate..At the University Press, for W. Hanwell and J. Parker; and F. and C. Rivington, London., 1802 |
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... Muse afflicted Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and Oxford bids thee fing , Why stays thy hand to strike the founding string ? While thus , in Freedom's and in Phoebus ' fpite , The venal fons of flavifh CAM unite ; 24 To shake yon ...
... Muse afflicted Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and Oxford bids thee fing , Why stays thy hand to strike the founding string ? While thus , in Freedom's and in Phoebus ' fpite , The venal fons of flavifh CAM unite ; 24 To shake yon ...
Side 20
... And in Il Penferofo , Till civil - fuited morn appear . Ver . 122 . See note on Birth of Prince of Wales , ver . 36 . V. 206. With lilies crown'd , the fpoils of bleeding France , ] Edward . The Muses , in yon cloister'd fhade , [ 20 ]
... And in Il Penferofo , Till civil - fuited morn appear . Ver . 122 . See note on Birth of Prince of Wales , ver . 36 . V. 206. With lilies crown'd , the fpoils of bleeding France , ] Edward . The Muses , in yon cloister'd fhade , [ 20 ]
Side 21
... Muses , in yon cloister'd fhade , Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade ; Bade him the fteel for British freedom draw , And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw . 210 And fee , great father of the facred band , The Patriot King ...
... Muses , in yon cloister'd fhade , Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade ; Bade him the fteel for British freedom draw , And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw . 210 And fee , great father of the facred band , The Patriot King ...
Side 33
... Muse indulg'd her strains , With just regard , to grace heroic reigns , Where could her glance a theme of triumph own So dear to fame as GEORGE's trophied throne ? 40 At whose firm base , thy ftedfast foul afpires To wake a mighty ...
... Muse indulg'd her strains , With just regard , to grace heroic reigns , Where could her glance a theme of triumph own So dear to fame as GEORGE's trophied throne ? 40 At whose firm base , thy ftedfast foul afpires To wake a mighty ...
Side 36
... Muse From that calm bower , which nurs'd thy thought- ful youth 90 In the pure precepts of Athenian truth ; Where first the form of British Liberty Beam'd in full radiance on thy musing eye ; That form , whofe mien fublime , with equal ...
... Muse From that calm bower , which nurs'd thy thought- ful youth 90 In the pure precepts of Athenian truth ; Where first the form of British Liberty Beam'd in full radiance on thy musing eye ; That form , whofe mien fublime , with equal ...
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The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, B. D.: Fellow of Trinity ... Thomas Warton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1802 |
The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, B. D.: Fellow of Trinity ... Thomas Warton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1802 |
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Side 154 - 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 ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Side 181 - If chance the radiant sun with farewell sweet Extend his evening beam, the fields revive, The birds their notes renew, and bleating herds Attest their joy, that hill and valley rings.
Side 101 - At eve within yon studious nook, I ope my brass-embossed book, Portray'd with many a holy deed Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed : Then, as my taper waxes dim, Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn ; And at the close, the gleams behold Of parting wings bedropt with gold.
Side 59 - Sudden, the sombrous imagery is fled, Which late my visionary rapture fed: Thy powerful hand has broke the Gothic chain, And brought my bosom back to truth again; To truth, by no peculiar...
Side 36 - he was one of those divine men who, like a chapel in a palace, remain unprofaned, while all the rest is tyranny, corruption, and folly.
Side 20 - Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade: Bade him the steel for British freedom draw, And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw...
Side 7 - Still let the drones of her exhaustless hive On rich pluralities supinely thrive : Still let her senates titled slaves revere, Nor dare to know the patriot from the peer ; No longer charm'd by Virtue's lofty song, Once heard sage Milton's manly tones among, Where Cam, meandering thro' the matted reeds, With loitering wave his groves of laurel feeds.
Side cxlviii - Forth iffuing, on a fummer's morn, to breathe Among the pleafant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight. The fmell of grain, or tedded grafs, or kine, Or dairy ; each rural fight, each rural found.
Side 90 - Pour all her splendours on th' empurpled scene ; Yet feels the hoary Hermit truer joys, As from the cliff, that o'er his cavern hangs, He views the piles of fall'n Persepolis In deep arrangement hide the darksome plain.
Side 70 - Of purple spring, where all the wanton train Of smiles and graces seem to lead the dance In sportive round, while from their hands they show'r Ambrosial blooms and flow'rs, no longer charm ; Tempe, no more I court thy balmy breeze, Adieu, green vales ! ye broider'd meads, adieu ! Beneath yon...