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Seite 400 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Seite 88 - Thy banks ? — alas, is this the boafted fcene, This dreary, wide, uncultivated plain, Where fick'ning Nature wears a fainter green, And Defolation fpreads her torpid reign ? Is this the fcene where Freedom breath'd, Her copious horn where Plenty wreath'd. And health at opening day Bade all her rofeate breezes fly, To wake the fons of Induftry, And make their fields more gay?
Seite 50 - Then a fresh murmur through the rabble ran ; Boys, girls, wives, widows, all attack the man. " Sure never was brute beast so void of nature ! Have you no pity for the pretty creature ? To your own baby can you be unkind ? Here...
Seite 18 - May of life. / am now passed from the spring to the autumn of my days, but I am without those comforts that should succeed the sprightliness of bloom, and support me in this melancholy season.
Seite 97 - Jews," 1757 ; and the following rules for all who dissented from Warburton are deduced : — " You must not write on the same subject that he does. You must not glance at his arguments, even without naming him or so much as referring to him. If you find his reasonings ever so faulty, you must not presume...
Seite 192 - And winding vallies with the various notes Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brooks, Unite their echoes : near at hand the wide Majestic wave of Severn slowly rolls Along the deep-divided glebe : the flood And trading bark with low contracted sail, Linger among the reeds and copsy banks To listen, and to view the joyous scene.
Seite 89 - Trace through her every scene of life, View her as widow, virgin, wife; Still the same humble she appears, The same in youth, the same in years; The same in low and high estate, Ne'er vex'd with this, or mov'd with that. Go, ladies, now, and if you'd be As fair, as great, as good as she, Go learn of her humility.
Seite 140 - ... honour, and my country's fervice. I am forry that my endeavours were not attended with more fuccefs ; and that the armament, under my command, proved too weak to fucceed in an expedition of fuch moment. Truth has prevailed over calumny and falfehood, and juftice has wiped off the ignominious ftain of my fuppofed want of perfonal courage, and the charge of difaffection.
Seite 296 - Say, here he gives too little — there too much : Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust ; If man alone engross not Heaven's high care, Alone made perfect here, immortal there: Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod, Rejudge his justice, be the god of GOD.