Preface. Poems on several occasions. An essay on Virgil's Georgics

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J. and R. Tonson, 1765
 

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Page xxviii - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd, or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led, the way to Heaven...
Page xxx - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Page 63 - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
Page 85 - While to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Temp'ring each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. Long did he strive th...
Page 85 - That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne, And made imaginary realms thy own ! Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, .Shall...
Page 302 - ... to a bee than to an inanimate plant. He who reads over the...
Page 65 - I've already troubled you too long, Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous song. My humble verse demands a softer theme, A painted mea,dow, or a purling stream ; Unfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
Page 61 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...
Page 53 - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song. That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Page xxxviii - How thy own laurel firft began to grow ; How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry Gods, And frighted at himfelf, ran howling thro

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