Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Volumes 16-18John Bell, 1794 - English poetry |
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arms Behold BENJAMIN HOADLY bless blest boast breast breath bright Britain's brow Cecilia's CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS charms crown'd divine dread dwell Earl earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame fled foes Freedom's Genius glorious glory glowing Goddess grace grove hail hand happy Hark Harmony head heart Heaven hero honor Jove king lays Lord Lord Bolingbroke LORD GEORGE GERMAIN LORD JOHN TOWNSHEND Lord North lyre maid mighty MONODY mournful Muse Music Nature's ne'er numbers nymph o'er patriot peace plain poison'd pow'r praise pride queen rage red vengeance rise round sacred Sappho scorn shade shine sing skies smile soft song soul sound springs strain sweet swell tears thee thine thou thro throne thunder Tibicines tuneful Twitcher victorious band virtue voice warbling wave Whilst wings youth
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Page 38 - In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 39 - Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain. These constitute a state; And sovereign Law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill ; Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Discretion, like a vapour sinks, And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks.
Page 64 - Till on some neighbouring mountain's brow He stops, and turns his eyes below ; There, melting at the well-known view, Drops a last tear, and bids adieu : So I, thus doom'd from thee to part, Gay Queen of Fancy, and of Art, Reluctant move with doubtful mind, Oft stop and often look behind. Companion of my tender age...
Page 64 - THE .LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE. As, by some tyrant's stern command, A wretch forsakes his native land, In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home...
Page 39 - O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Dissension, like a vapor sinks ; And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks; Such was this heaven-loved isle, Than Lesbos fairer and the Cretan shore ! No more shall freedom smile ? Shall Britons languish, and be men no more ? Since all must life resign, Those sweet rewards which decorate the brave 'Tis folly to decline, And steal inglorious to the...
Page 21 - He sung, and hell consented To hear the poet's prayer : Stern Proserpine relented, And gave him back the fair : Thus song could prevail O'er death, and o'er hell, A conquest how hard, and how glorious ! Tho' fate had fast bound her With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
Page 67 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life ; The visage wan, the purblind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all...
Page 18 - The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow. Hark! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear ; Now louder, and yet louder rise, And fill with spreading sounds the skies...
Page 38 - What constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Page 18 - ON ST CECILIA'S DAY, MDCOVIH. i. DESCEND, ye Nine! descend and sing ; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the sounding lyre! In a sadly-pleasing strain Let the warbling lute complain : Let the loud trumpet sound, Till the roofs all around The shrill echoes rebound ; While in more lengthen'd notes and slow, The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow.