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Born near the scene for Kenelm’s… I take my plaintive reed, and rang… And raise my lay, and bid the rock… The savage force of empire, and of… Fast by the centre of yon various…
Shall Love alone for ever claim An universal right to fame, An undisputed sway? Or has not Music equal charms, To fill the breast with strange al…
When bright Ophelia treads the gr… In all the pride of dress and mien… Averse to freedom, mirth and play, The lofty rival of the day; Methinks, to my enchanted eye,
Part first. Perhaps some cloud eclipsed the da… When thus I tuned my pensive lay: The ship is launch’d-we catch the… On life’s extended ocean sail:
Servum si potes, Ole, non habere, Et regem potes, Ole, non habere.… ('If thou from Fortune dost no se… Believe me thou no master need’st… I ask’d a friend, amidst the thron…
‘Sir, will you please to walk befo… ‘No, pray, Sir-you are next the d… ‘Upon mine honour, I’ll not stir.… ‘Sir, I’m at home; consider, Sir’… ‘Excuse me, Sir; I’ll not go firs…
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire, From flattery, cards, and dice, an… Nor art thou found in mansions hig… Than the low cot, or humble inn. ’Tis here with boundless power I…
Vide Shakspeare. Beneath a churchyard yew, Decay’d and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spied Poor Slender’s Ghost, that whimpe…
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Ho… Imitation. Fond hope of a reciprocal desire Inflames the breast. ’Twas not by beauty’s aid alone
AEole! namque tibi divûm Pater a… Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere… Imitation. O AEolus! to thee the Sire supre… Of gods and men the mighty power b…
When genius, graced with lineal sp… When title shines, with ambient vi… Like some fair almond’s flowery po… The pride, the perfume, of the reg… Then learn, ye Fair! to soften sp…
Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne… Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque v… ~Mart. Imitation. —Thou know’st not what thou say’st…
Why droops this heart with fancied… Why sinks my soul beneath this win… What pensive crowds, by ceaseless… What myriads, wish to be as blesse… What though my roofs, devoid of po…
Whate’er could Sculpture’s curiou… Whate’er the lavish hand of Wealt… These would I give-and every gift… That pleased my fair-but Fate den… Bless’d were my lot to feed the so…
Ye birds! for whom I rear’d the g… With melting lay salute my love; My Daphne with your notes detain, Or I have rear’d my grove in vain… Ye flowers! before her footsteps r…
