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

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J. and R. Tonson, 1765
 

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Strana xxvi - 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...
Strana xxviii - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Strana 61 - 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.
Strana 83 - 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...
Strana 83 - That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne, And made imaginary realms thy own ! Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, .Shall...
Strana 300 - ... to a bee than to an inanimate plant. He who reads over the...
Strana 63 - 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.
Strana 59 - 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...
Strana 51 - 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.
Strana xxxvi - 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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