Musae Seatonianae: 1750-1775F. Hodson, 1808 |
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adamantine æther angels awful beam behold beneath blaze blessed blest bliss blood boast breast breath bright brow burst call'd CHARLES JENNER Charles of Anjou Cherubs CHRISTOPHER SMART Clare hall clouds conscience dæmon darkness darts death deep Diodorus Siculus dire divine dread earth Epicurus erst eternal ev'n ev'ry fair flame flow'rs form'd glorious glory glow golden groan guilt hallow'd hand happiness heart Heav'n heav'nly holy horror hosannas immortal impious justice King laws light Lord lyre mercy mind mortal muse Nature's ne'er numbers o'er peace pow'r praise pray'r pride rage rais'd rapture rise sacred sapience scene seraphs shade shine smile song sons soul sound stream supreme sweet swelling sword tears thee thine thou thought thro throne tongue tow'ring trembling truth Twas unnumber'd vengeance virtue Virtue's voice whence Whilst wild wings wisdom wrapt wrath wretch
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第 112 頁 - From this fair scene, from all her custom'd joys, And all the lovely relatives of life ; Then shed thy comforts o'er me, then put on The gentlest of thy looks. Let no dark crimes In all their hideous forms then starting up, Plant themselves round my couch in grim array, And stab my bleeding heart with two-edg'd torture; Sense of past guilt, and dread of future woe.
第 104 頁 - And looking round, saw all the valleys fill'd With nations from his loins; full well content To leave his race thus scatter'd o'er the earth, Along the gentle slope of life's decline He bent his gradual way, till, full of years, He dropp'd like mellow fruit into his grave.
第 11 頁 - Safe in their meek submission ; they the debt Of nature and of justice too must pay. Yet I must weep for you, ye rival fair, Arno and Andalusia ; but for thee More largely and with filial tears must weep, O Albion ! O my country ! Thou must join, In vain dissever'd from the rest, must join The terrors of th
第 112 頁 - Thy kindly aid to mitigate his stroke ; And at that hour when all aghast I stand (A trembling candidate for thy compassion) On this world's brink, and look into the next ; When my soul, starting from the dark unknown...
第 106 頁 - Down the smooth stream of life the stripling darts, Gay as the morn ; bright glows the vernal sky, Hope swells his sails, and Passion steers his course. Safe glides his little bark along the shore, Where Virtue takes her stand : but if too far He launches forth beyond discretion's mark, Sudden the tempest scowls, the surges roar, Blot his fair day, and plunge him in the deep.
第 105 頁 - Ah ! why will Kings forget that they are Men ? And Men that they are brethren ? Why delight In human sacrifice ? Why burst the ties Of Nature, that should knit their souls together In one soft bond of amity and love ? Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on Inhumanly ingenious to find out New pains for life, new terrors for the grave, Artificers of Death ! Still Monarchs dream Of universal empire growing up From universal ruin. Blast the design, Great God of Hosts, nor let thy creatures fall...
第 104 頁 - God abhorr'd; with violence rude to break The thread of life 'ere half its length was run, And rob a wretched brother of his being. With joy Ambition saw, and soon improv'd.
第 31 頁 - Confirms the great, th' uncontroverted claim. When from the Virgin's unpolluted womb, Shone forth the Sun of Righteousness reveal'd And on benighted reason pour'd the day; 'Let there be peace' (he said) and all was calm Amongst the warring world — calm as the sea, When 'O, be still, ye boisterous winds,' he cry'd, And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard.
第 106 頁 - Would health, and strength, and youth Defy his power ? Has he no arts in store, No other shafts save those of War ? Alas ! Ev'n in the smile of Peace, that smile which sheds A heavenly sunshine o'er the soul, there basks That serpent Luxury. War its thousands slays ; Peace its ten thousands. In the...
第 74 頁 - Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarean lakes, Styx and Cocytus ? Tell, why Hali's sons Have feign'da paradise of mirth and love, Banquets, and blooming nymphs? Or rather tell, Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream, Where never Science rear'd her sacred torch, Th' untutor'd Indian dreams of happier worlds Behind the cloud-topt hill?