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Page 30 - And, oh ! permit the gloom of solemn Night " To sacred thought may forcibly invite. " When this world's shut, and awful planets rise, " Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies ; " Compose our souls with a less dazzling sight...
Page 37 - Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave ? Ah ! cruel death, that would no longer save, But grudged me e'en that narrow dark abode, And cast me out into the wrath of God ; Where shrieks, the roaring flame, the rattling chain, And all the dreadful eloquence of pain, Our only song ; black fire's malignant light, The sole refreshment of the blasted sight.
Page 23 - Cassar unnoted in your presence stands. How vast the concourse ! not in number more The waves that break on the resounding shore, The leaves that tremble in the shady grove, The lamps that gild the spangled vaults above ; Those overwhelming armies, whose command Said to one empire Fall ; another Stand : Whose rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking dawn Rous'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on ; Great Xerxes...
Page 31 - O may I pant for thee in each desire ! And with strong faith foment the holy fire ! Stretch out my soul in hope, and grasp the prize, Which in eternity's deep bosom lies ! At the great day of recompense behold, Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold ! Then wafted upward to the blissful seat, From age to age, my grateful song repeat ; My light, my life, my God, my Saviour see, And rival angels in the praise of thee.
Page 82 - Who shall stand up, dictators to mankind ? Nay who dare shine, if not in virtue's cause ? That sole proprietor of just applause. Ye restless men, who pant for letter'd praise, With whom would you consult to gain the bays ? — "With those great authors whose fam'd works you read ? 'Tis well : go, then, consult the laurell'd shade.
Page 23 - Rome to yield, (Another blow had broke the fates' decree, And earth had wanted her fourth monarchy) Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's host, They all are here, and here they all are lost: Their millions swell to be discern'd in vain, Lost as a billow in th
Page 4 - And ask my anxious heart if it be mine? Whatever great or dreadful has been done Within the sight of conscious stars or sun, Is far beneath my daring; I look down On all the splendours of the British crown. This globe is for my verse a narrow bound; Attend me, all ye glorious worlds around! O! all ye angels, howsoe'er disjoin'd, Of every various order, place, and kind, Hear, and assist a feeble mortal's lays; 'Tis your eternal King I strive to praise.
Page 50 - I receiv'd the crown ; my lord is free ; " If it must fall, let vengeance fall on me. " Let him survive, his country's name to raise, " And in a guilty land to speak Thy praise ! " O may th' indulgence of a. father's love, " Pour'd forth on me, be doubled from above ! " If these are safe, I'll think my pray'rs succeed, '' And bless thy tender mercies, whilst I bleed.
Page 36 - Horrors, beneath, darkness in darkness, hell Of hell, where torments behind torments dwell ; A furnace formidable, deep, and wide, O'erboiling with a mad sulphureous tide, Expands its jaws, most dreadful to survey, And roars outrageous for the destin'd prey.
Page 49 - The scene is chang'd indeed ; before her eyes 111 boding looks and unknown horrors rise : For pomp and splendour, for her guard and crown, A gloomy dungeon, and a keeper's frown : Black thoughts, each morn, invade the lover's breast, Each night, a ruffian locks the queen to rest.