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He rose, and saw the field deform'd with blood,
An empty space, where late the coursers stood.
With these, of old, to toils of battle bred,
In early youth my hardy days I led.
There want not chiefs in such a cause to fight;
And Jove himself shall guard a monarch's right.
The fleet in view, he twang'd his deadly bow;
And hissing flew the feather'd fates below.
Th' assembly seated--rising o'er the rest,
Achilles thus the king of men address'd.
To honor Thetis' son he bends his care,
And plunge the Greeks in all the woes of war.
The army thus in sacred rites engag'd,
Atrides still with deep resentment rag'd.
A prophet then, inspir'd by heav'n, arose,
And points the crime, and thence derives the woes
So short a space the light of heav'n to view !
So short a space, and fill'd with sorrow too!
At this, the sire embrac'd the maid again,
So sadly lost, so lately sought in vain.
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While thus, with arms devoutly lais'd in air,
And solemn voice, the priest directs his pray'r. . . .
She said ; and, sighing, thus the god replies,
Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies.
Thy boundless will, for me, remains in force;
And all thy counsels take the destin'd course.
The thund'rer spoke; nor durst the queen reply :
A rev'reni horror sileuc'd all the sky.
Apollo tun'd the lyre ; the Muses, round,
With voice alternate aid the silver sound.
She'll lead thee on to seek a deathless name,
And snatch the wreath which binds the brow of Fame.
The Muse astonish'd drops her feeble lyre ;
And baffled art gives way to nature's fire.
Aghast she started back, and shook with pain,
As rising breezes curl the trembling main.
The tale of woe no longer strikes the ear;
And ev'ry eye is dried from ev'ry tear.
The pow'r, that bids all cares and troubles cease,
Will kindly crown our future days with peace.
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His sire's exploits he now with wonder hears:
The monstrous tales indulge his greedy ears.
She thus in hasty words her grief confess'd,
While Lucy strove to soothe her troubled breast.
Their splendid domes and busy streets declare
Their firmest fort, a king's parental care.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich * with forty pounds a year.
Iambic verses of eight syllables--in other respects,
pure Iambics-L- but containing examples of synaresis,
marked in Italic character.
Reclaim'd, the wild licenftous youth
Confess'd the potent voice of truth.
Beneath an aged oak reclin'd,
The various scenes engross'd my mind.
I saw thy youthful mind expand,
And still the spark of genius fann'd.
He bids the piteous tale of woe
In tender cadence sadly flow.
* Tossing rich. --On the syntax of this passage from Gold
smith, and of similar phrases, see the note in pageS8.
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Amid the endless ills of life,
The stings of care, the storms of strife,
In all the anxious hours of grief,
My soul anticipates relief.
Content to court the cooling glade,
Inhale the breeze, enjoy the shade. . . .
No anxious vigils here I keep;
No dreams of gold distract my sleep.
Superior worth your rank requires:
For that, mankind reveres your sires.
Prepare the way; your banners spread;
Around ambrosia/ odors shed.
Thy breath inspires the poet's song,
The patriot's free, unbiass'd tongue.
The dewy leaves luxurious shed
Their balmy essence o'er his head.
Where'er I go, I play my part,
And bring a social, jovial heart.
I know, as false thy prospects glare,
As flits the meteor through the air.
Th' electric flame of glory runs
Impetuous through her hardy sons.
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Iambic verses of ten syllables -- in other respects,
pure Iambics -- but containing examples of synaresis,
marked in Italic character.
Above the bounding billows swift they flew,
Till now the Grecian camp appear'd in vjtew.
Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall;
And nodding Vion waits th' impending fall.
The youths with wine the, copious goblets crown'd,
And, pleas'd, dispens'd the flowing bowls around.
To heap the shores with copious death, and bring
Thje Greeks to know the curse of such a king.
Terresfn'o/ Jove, whose pealing thunders roll
From realm to realm, from pole to utmost pole.
A Madhouse.
Amid those gall'ries drear, those doleful cells,
The unrelenting despot, Meni'ry, dwells. . . .
'Insatiate Fury clanks his pond'rous chains :
Suspicious AvVice counts ideal gains
While maddest Murder waits the sword to draw,
And Ostentation flaunts in robes of straw.
No more the neck invidious kerchiefs shade;
The waist no more the tyrant stays invade.
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But, goddess, thou thy suppliant son attend :
To high Olympus! shining court ascend.
A zone, heyond the thought of angels bright,
Around him, like the zodiac, sheds its light.
This echoing voice will rend the yielding air :
" For judgement, judgement, sons of men, prepare! "
Heroic champions caught the clarion's call, ,
And throng'd the feast in Edward's banner'd hall.
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other feet besides the Iambus, as pointed out in the
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I court the Muse, and mark the day
Steal, calm and undisturb'd, away.
When shall I have the pow'r to bless,
And raise up merit in distress ?
3
See Peace, with all her rural train,
Health, Plenty, Joy, return again.
4
Peace and content would bless each day,
The hours serenely glide away. . . .
5
Not all the world can now impart
A chajm to glad my drooping heart.
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Wrest from vindictive Rage bis prey:
Destroy Oppression's iron sway.
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He now feels wants unknown before,
Wants still increasing with his store*
Cowards are cruel: but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save,
9
The spring, that gave her blossoms birth,
Tore them for ever from the earth.
10
The noble palms of conquest crown
The godlike victor with renown.
11
Hast thou old Greece and Rome surveyed;
And the vast sense of Plato weigb'd i
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Lord ! in thy sure protection bless'd,
Submissive will I ever rest.
13
I mark his true, his faithful way,.
And, in my service, copy Tray.
14
Shall Britain, on her native strand,
Shrink from a foe's inferior hand i?
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Thus ev'ry object of creation
Can furnish hints to Contemplation
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Amd, from the most minate and mean,
A virtuous mind can morals glean.
16
Heedless of int'rest, many an boar*
He loses in the myrtle bow'r.
17
Yon tow'ring oak, extending wide,
Provokes destruction by its pride.
18
Teach me to bless my lowly lot,
Confin'd to this paternal cot.
19
The gentle Zephyrs, as they fly,
On balmy wings, shall bear a sigh.
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Each youth of martiai hope shall feel
True valour's animating zeal.
21
Who dwells in yonder little cot,
And envies not the monarch's lot ?
22
She softly breathes," Ah ! sigh no more:
" Thy Nelson gains th' Elysian shore. "
23
See, rushing from the farm and fold,
Her sons in glory's lists enroll'd.
24
O Goddess! yet assert thy claim,
Anci vindicate thy injur'd name.
25
More fatal than the Siren's song
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The crafty flatt'rer's wily tongue.
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Some love the clash of hostile arms,
The trumpet's clang, the camp's alarms.
27
Here faithful mem'ry may review
The scenes that time can ne'er renew.
28
Once time is past, we call in vain.
No tears can bring it back again.
29
Wanton in Sol's meridian ray,
Sip nectar from each bloomy sprays
30
Thy glitt'ring pinions charm mine eyes,
Stain'd with bright beauty's brilliant dies.
31
The thought would mar thy present joy,
Mix with thy bliss a base alloy
32
Though blest with friends, with youth, and health,
And all the gay parade of wealth
33
The records of departed worth
To noblest sentiments eive birth.
34
Down in the green sequesier'd shade,
The streamlet pours its clear cascade.
35
Posscss'd of all the charms that grace
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The brightest of the female race.
36
I find in thee a tender friend,
In thee a patron to defend.
37
In ev'ry clime, from pole to pole,
Where wind can blow or billow roll,
Britannia's barks the coast explore,
Waft science, peace, and plenty o'er*
Improving and improv'd, they'd. leara
New charms in wisdom to discern.
30,
You cherish feelings too refin'd,
For him who mingles with mankind.
40
He rises from his sleepless bed,
His soul convuls'd with secret dread;
41
His income regularly spent,
He scarcely sayes to pay his rent
43
A temper affable and kind,
A noble and a gen'rous mind.
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Although L long have rack'd my brains,,
I've nought but labor for my pains.
44
In terrors clad, thy foes suiround,
And hurl thy turrets to the ground*
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Nor blasting envy's tainted gale
Pollutes the pleasures of the vale.
46
She's prompt to shed the pitying tear,
To Mercy and to Virtue dear.
47
A coach and four, to take the air,
Besides a chariot, and a chair.
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His head was silver'd o'er with age;
And long experience made him sage.
In summer's beat and water's cold,
He fed his flock, and penn'd the fold.
His hours in cheerful labor flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew.
His wisdom and his honest fame
Through all the country rais'd his name
49
The shepherd modestly replied:
I ne'er the paths of learning tried;
Nor have I roam'd to foreign parts,
To read mankind, their laws, and arts. . ,.
Who by that search shall wiser grow,
When we ourselves can never know ?
50
The prostrate game a lion spies,
And on the greedy tyrant flies.
51
So shines his light before mankind,
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His actions prove his honest mind.
52
He never needs the screen of lies,
His inward bosom to disguise.
53
Wild fancy forms unnumber'd woes :
To end his life the maniac goes
Forward I rush'd, and seis'd his arm,
And forc'd him back, secure from harm.
54 -- England.
O happy isle ! thy fertile plains
Repay with golden sheaves the swains;
Thy verdant vales, and mountains steep,
Are whiten'd o'er with fleecy sheep.
55
Dear rural scenes! the t>>fted tree,
The flow'ry mead, have charms for me,
That tar exceed the joys of courts,
Where splendid mis'ry oft resorts;
Where grief, disguis'd, like joy appears,
And hollow smiles hide starting tears.
56
Much rather let me stem the tide,
Without a helm my bark to guide. ,
The sport of waves and fickle winds,
Than trust to such capricious minds,
Where whim and passion hold the rein,
And slighted reason pleads in vain.
57
Fond mem'ry o'er thy grave shall give
A tear, to bid thy virtues live.
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Still o'er the genial hours of spring
Fell Discord waves her crimson wing :
O'er bleeding Europe's ravag'd plains,
The fiend, in state terrific, reigns;
Nor oaten pipe, nor past'ral song,
Resounds her waving woods among.
Yet far from Albion's tranquil shores
The storm of desolation roars.
69
Now ev'ry brilliant moment seems
Replete with fancy's airy dreams.
60
Not from the warrior's laurel leaves
The votive garland now she weaves.
61
Beneath thy fost'ring reign benign,
O best of kings! let mercy shine.
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From scene to scene we rove and smile ;
Fond Hope our leader all the while.
We fear no brooding storms of care;
We dread no spell, no murd'rous snare.
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feet besides the Iambus.
63
She points to Honor and her gorgeous train,
But shows not disappointment, want, and pain.
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Bewilder'd Pride the swelling crest uprears,
And causeless Penitence is drown'd in tears.
65
A second Paradise our senses greets,
And Asia wafts us all her world of sweets.
06
Already, see! each schoolboy, 'prentice, clerk,
Assumes the pistol, and demands the Park.
67 ' . '
Nor deem, that all, the tuneful chords who strike,
Are curs'd with base ingratitude alike.
68 -- Canute.
He vainly bade each boist'rous wave retreat,.
Nor tinge the surface of his royal feet.
69
But ah ! how chang'd ! The Muse, that once was gay,
And wanton laugh'd the dancing hours away,
No more shall wa"nder o'er the flow'ry plains,
Or waken Echo with her rural strains.
70
See, most tremendous ! o'er his beardless face,
Th' enormous beaver, cock'd with soldier grace,
Aslant and edgewise confidently hurl'd,
Inviting broils, and braving all the world.
71
Though my dejected spirits pant for breath,
And my soul flutters on the verge of death
72
And why should such (within herself she cried)
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Lock the lost wealth, a thousand want beside?
73
One tranquil eve, when Sol had sunk to rest,
And gilt with splendid tints the glitt'ring west,
Their daily task perfonn'd, this loving pair
Walk'd forth to breathe the pure salubrious air.
74
Friends, country, children, wife, no more restrain;
And fate and nature boast their laws in vain.
75
Flush'd with revenge, each miscreant drew his dart
And plung'd it in the constant Oran's heart.
76
Alas! , Hope's rain-bow visions, how they fade !
How soon the sun-bright landscape sinks in shade
77
Go, seek distress; explore the tents of woe:
Bid the wan cheek with rosy tints to glow.
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To Eve's fair daughters various virtues fall:
But thou, lov'd charmer, hast exeslfd them all.
79
Blest she descends into the vale of years,
With the lov'd partner of her youthful cares.
80
Smiles oft are fraud fill ; beauty soon decays ;
But the good woman shall inherit praise.
81
Rouse all thy pow'rs, for better use design'd ;
And know thy native dignity of mind.
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Such were the hours, and such the scenes that charm'd:
So nature glow'd, and so her beauties w. arm'd.
83
The glow of youth blooms lovely in his face,
And fills each active limb with manly grace.
84
The wrinkled matron opes her treasur'd store
Of fairy tales and legendary lore.
85
Their tyrant rule has blighted all thy time,
And marr'd the promise of thy early prime.
86
Her love instructs a fair and num'rous race
To share his glories, and supply his place.
87
See, with what calmness, what contempt of breath,
The sons of Newgate hear the doom of death.
88
Why pass in slav'ry here the ling'ring hours,
While Oran dwells in amarantine bow'rs?
Where rivers of delight for ever flow,
And blushing fruits on trees immortal grow ;
Where no rude tempests howl, no storms arise ;
Where suns eternal gild the genial skies,
Unfading flow'rets deck the verdant plains,
And Spring in ga v pi- fusion ever reigns.
89
Fain would the Muse each beauteous plant rehearse,
And sing their glories in immortal verse.
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Oh ! heed not, youth, yon Siren's 'witching lay :
Fly from her tempting accents : fly away.
False are her sounds, her visions vain, though bright-
A flitting rainbow's varied transient light.
91
Each manly sense, each charity refin'd ;
Whate'er illumines or exalts the mind.
92
For wisdom fam'd, for probity renown'd,
She sits in council, with bright honor crown'd.
93
Peace crowns our cities, plenty loads our plains;
And sether rings with gratulating strains.
94
Greater than he who vanquish'd first the main,
The Persian with a million in his train,
Himself soon vanquish'd by the Grecian chief,
And homeward sent in solitary grief.
95. -- Epitaph on ait Infant.
Repose in peace, svveei babe ! this still domain
Gives no admission to the tyrant, pain.
Thy noblest part, thy spotless soul, is flown
To scenes where dread misfortunes are unknown.
96
At length thy long-lost liberty regain :
Tear the strong tie, and break th' inglorious chain
Freed from false hopes, assume thy native pow'rs,
And give to Reason's rule thy future hours.
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To her dominion yield thy trusting soul,
And bend thy wishes to her strong control.
97
Pleas'd have I oft our little babe carees'd,
And view'd him smiling at his mother's breast. -
98
Early she rises, ere bright Phoebus shines,
And to her damsels sep'rate tasks assigns.
99
If to her farm some field contiguous lies,
With care she views it, and with prudence buys.
100
Benignant, from her ever open door,
She feeds the hungry, and relieves the poor.
101
Hope promis'd future bliss without alloy,
And Fancy's pencil pictur'd scenes of joy.
Ah, gilded visions ! fleeting, as they're fair !
How soon those day-dreams vanish'd into air!
102
Yes, Europe's polish'd sons approve the plan
That fetters and enslaves their fellow man. . . .
The wretched captive leaves his native shore,
Ne'er to behold his much-lov'd country more.
103
Soon will misfortune their bright hopes destroy,
And dash with gall the mantling cup of joy.
104
Nature would droop in everlasting night,
Unblesb'd by Sol, great source of heat and light.
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When tyrant Frost his strong dominion holds,
And not a blade expands, a bud unfolds
When gather'd thunders burst abrupt and loud,
And midnight light'ning darts from cloud to cloud,
Or rends, with forceful momentary stroke,
The ivied turret and the giant oak,
Can faint remembrance of meridian mirth
Bedeck with visionary charms the earth ?
106
She calls grim phantoms from the shadowy deep,
And sends her Furies forth to torture sleep.
107. -- The kidnapped Negro Woman.
Excess of grief forbade her tears to flow :
She stood a living monument of woe.
No tender friend was near, with kind relief
To calm the wild extravagance of grief:
No pity could the hapless maiden find :
No scenes of sorrow touch the brutal mind.
Th' inhuman vdlains bore their prize away,
And gain'd the harbour where the vessel lay.
Convey'd on board, she join'd a num'rous band
Of fellow captives, hiiiion'd hand to hand.
108. -- A Slave-Ship.
There husbands, torn from ail their hearts held dear,
In sullen silence drop the fruitless tear.
Fond mothers there, to gloomy grief consigned,
Mourn for the lender babes they left behind.
Heart-cheering hope forsook the horrid place;
And desperation lour'd in ev'ry face.
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