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...
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,...