Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...

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J. Roach, 1793 - 240 pages

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Page 54 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 59 - Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Thus, long ago, (Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, — While organs yet were mute) Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Page 27 - Look round our world; behold the chain of love Combining all below and all above. See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next in place Form'd and impell'd its neighbour to embrace.
Page 39 - Where grows ? — where grows it not ? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil...
Page 50 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins Heaven and Earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below ; Learns from this union of the rising whole The first, last purpose of the human soul ; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, • All end in love of God, and love of man.
Page 55 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride : — Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave None but the brave None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 26 - Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 60 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 57 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 56 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...

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