Long had our dull forefathers slept supine, Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine; Till Chaucer first, the merry bard, arose, And many a story told in rhyme and prose....
I. Prepare the hallow'd strain, My Muse, Thy softest sounds and sweetest numbrs chuse; the bright Cecilia's praise rehearse, In warbling words,a nd glittering verse, that smootly run into a song,...
If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs, Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares; If yet your time and actions are your own; Receive the present of a Muse unknown:...
Cecilia, whose exalted hymns With joy and wonder fill the blest, In choirs of warbling seraphims Known and distinguish'd fom the rest; Attend, harmonious saint, and see...
Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, May still grow white and shine with happier hours. So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains Of rushing torrents and descending rains,...
The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied Sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display;...
O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright, profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight, Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train....
The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim: Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,...
The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky, And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim: Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,...
While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread O'er their pale cheeks, an artful red, Beheld this beauteous stranger there In native charms, divinely fair; Confusion in their looks they show'd;...
In the first rise and infancy of farce, When fools were many, and when plays were scarce The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease, A young and unexperienc'd audience please:...
The Lord my pasture shall prepare And feed me with a shepherds care; His presence shall my wants supply And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks He shall attend...
The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame Their great Original proclaim. Th'unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's powers display,...
How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise? Can neither injuries of time, or age, Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage? No so thy Ovid in his exile wrote,...