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  1. Agrippina, a Tragedy  (97 results)
              2    The message needs no comment. Tell your master,
              6    As fits the daughter of Germanicus.
            13    And please the stripling. Yet 'twould dash his joy
            14    To hear the spirit of Britannicus
            21    Of the unpledged bowl, they love not Aconite.
            23    And the mute air are privy to your passion.
            24    Forgive your servant's fears, who sees the danger
            31    To aim the forked bolt; while he stood trembling,
            32    Scared at the sound and dazzled with its brightness?
            34    To adoration, to the grateful steam
            37    Decked with no other lustre than the blood
            40    Some edileship, ambitious of the power
            43    High as the consulate, that empty shade
            45    Oped his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness;
            47    The noble quarry. Gods! then was the time
            49    The mask of prudence; but a heart like mine,
            50    A heart that glows with the pure Julian fire,
            52    Display the radiant prize, will mount undaunted,
            53    Gain the rough heights, and grasp the dangerous honour.
            57    How vast the debt of gratitude which Nero
            58    To such a mother owes; the world you gave him
            59    Suffices not to pay the obligation.
            64    You bade the Magi call the dreadful powers
            65    That read futurity, to know the fate
            67    If the son reign, the mother perishes.
            68    Perish (you cried) the mother! reign the son!
            69    He reigns, the rest is heaven's; who oft has bade,
            71    The unthought event disclose a whiter meaning.
            73    The sweets of kindness lavishly indulged
            75    To be repaid, sit heavy on the soul,
            76    As unrequited wrongs. The willing homage
            77    Of prostrate Rome, the senate's joint applause,
            78    The riches of the earth, the train of pleasures
            81    The very power he has to be ungrateful.
            83    Pours its cool dictates in the madding ear
            84    Of rage, and thinks to quench the fire it feels not.
            86    And tremble at the phantom I have raised?
            94    Has he beheld the glittering front of war?
            95    Knows his soft ear the trumpet's thrilling voice,
            96    And outcry of the battle? Have his limbs
            98    The silken son of dalliance, nursed in ease
          101    To bow the supple knee, and court the times
          104    Drowsier than theirs, who boast the genuine blood
          107    With stubborn nerves the tide, and face the rigour
          109    That in Armenia quell the Parthian force
          110    Under the warlike Corbulo, by [me]
          113    Surely the Masians too, and those of Egypt,
          114    Have not forgot [my] sire: the eye of Rome
          115    And the Praetorian camp have long revered,
          116    With customed awe, the daughter, sister, wife,
          120    The trump of liberty; there will not want,
          121    Even in the servile senate, ears to own
          124    Minds of the antique cast, rough, stubborn souls,
          125    That struggle with the yoke. How shall the spark
          127    Blaze into freedom, when the idle herd
          128    (Slaves from the womb, created but to stare
          129    And bellow in the Circus) yet will start,
          130    And shake 'em at the name of liberty,
          136    To arm the hand of childhood, and rebrace
          137    The slackened sinews of time-wearied age.
          139    Again the buried Genius of old Rome
          140    Shall from the dust uprear his reverend head,
          141    Roused by the shout of millions: there before
          145    The gilded swarm that wantons in the sunshine
          151    The world, the prize; and fair befall the victors.
          152    But soft! why do I waste the fruitless hours
          156    My thought aches at him; not the basilisk
          157    More deadly to the sight than is to me
          158    The cool injurious eye of frozen kindness.
          162    Whate'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fame
          163    Has spread among the crowd; things that but whispered
          164    Have arched the hearer's brow and riveted
          167    Assassinations, poisonings; the deeper
          168    My guilt, the blacker his ingratitude.
          170    Enshrined Claudius, with the pitied ghosts
          171    Of the Syllani, doomed to early death
          173    If from the realms of night my voice ye hear,
          176    He was the cause. My love, my fears for him,
          177    Dried the soft springs of pity in my heart,
          182    And sink the traitor in his mother's ruin. Exeunt.
          183    Thus far we're safe. Thanks to the rosy queen
          186    With more elusive speed the dazzled sight
          188    Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the timorous cloud
          191    By the young Trojan to his gilded bark

  2. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard  (86 results)
              1    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
              2    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
              3    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
              4    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
              5    Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
              6    And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
              7    Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
              8    And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
            10    The moping owl does to the moon complain
            14    Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
            16    The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
            17    The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
            18    The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
            19    The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
            21    For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
            24    Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
            25    Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
            26    Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
            28    How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
            32    The short and simple annals of the poor.
            33    The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
            35    Awaits alike the inevitable hour.
            36    The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
            37    Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault,
            39    Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
            40    The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
            42    Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
            43    Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
            44    Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
            47    Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
            48    Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
            50    Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
            52    And froze the genial current of the soul.
            54    The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
            56    And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
            58    The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
            61    The applause of listening senates to command,
            62    The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
            68    And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
            69    The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
            70    To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
            71    Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
            72    With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
            73    Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
            75    Along the cool sequestered vale of life
            76    They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
            80    Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
            81    Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse,
            82    The place of fame and elegy supply:
            84    That teach the rustic moralist to die.
            87    Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
            89    On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
            90    Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
            91    Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
            93    For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead
            98    'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
            99    'Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
          100    'To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
          101    'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
          104    'And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
          109    'One morn I missed him on the customed hill,
          110    'Along the heath and near his favourite tree;
          111    'Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
          112    'Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
          113    'The next with dirges due in sad array
          114    'Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
          115    'Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,
          116    'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.'
          117    Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
          128    The bosom of his Father and his God.

  3. A Long Story  (72 results)
              3    The Huntingdons and Hattons there
              4    Employed the power of fairy hands
              5    To raise the ceiling's fretted height,
              7    Rich windows that exclude the light,
              9    Full oft within the spacious walls,
            11    My grave Lord-Keeper led the brawls;
            12    The Seal and Maces danced before him.
            15    Moved the stout heart of England's Queen,
            17    What, in the very first beginning!
            18    Shame of the versifying tribe!
            25    The first came cap-a-pee from France
            29    The other Amazon kind heaven
            31    But Cobham had the polish given,
            40    In pity to the country-farmer.
            41    Fame in the shape of Mr. P[ur]t
            42    (By this time all the parish know it)
            45    Who prowled the country far and near,
            46    Bewitched the children of the peasants,
            47    Dried up the cows and lamed the deer,
            48    And sucked the eggs and killed the pheasants.
            52    To rid the manor of such vermin.
            53    The heroines undertook the task;
            55    Rapped at the door nor stayed to ask,
            56    But bounce into the parlour entered.
            57    The trembling family they daunt,
            63    Run hurry-skurry round the floor,
            64    And o'er the bed and tester clamber,
            65    Into the drawers and china pry,
            69    On the first marching of the troops
            70    The Muses, hopeless of his pardon,
            72    To a small closet in the garden.
            74    But that they left the door ajar,
            76    He heard the distant din of war.
            78    The power of magic was no fable.
            79    Out of the window, whisk, they flew,
            80    But left a spell upon the table.
            81    The words too eager to unriddle,
            82    The poet felt a strange disorder:
            83    Transparent birdlime formed the middle,
            84    And chains invisible the border.
            85    So cunning was the apparatus,
            86    The powerful pothooks did so move him,
            87    That, will he, nill he, to the Great-House
            88    He went, as if the Devil drove him.
            93    The godhead would have backed his quarrel,
            97    The court was sate, the culprit there,
            99    The Lady Janes and Joans repair,
          100    And from the gallery stand peeping:
          101    Such as in silence of the night
          103    (Styack has often seen the sight)
          104    Or at the chapel-door stand sentry;
          108    The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary!
          109    The peeress comes. The audience stare,
          112    To all the people of condition.
          113    The bard with many an artful fib
          115    Disproved the arguments of Squib,
          118    When he the solemn hall had seen;
          122    'How in the park beneath an old-tree
          123    '(Without design to hurt the butter,
          124    'Or any malice to the poultry,)
          129    The ghostly prudes with hagged face
          130    Already had condemned the sinner.
          134    'Why, what can the Viscountess mean?'
          135    (Cried the square hoods in woeful fidget)
          136    'The times are altered quite and clean!

  4. [The Alliance of Education and Government. A Fragment]  (69 results)
              6    The soil, though fertile, will not teem in vain,
              8    Nor trusts her blossoms to the churlish skies:
              9    So draw mankind in vain the vital airs,
            11    That health and vigour to the soul impart,
            12    Spread the young thought and warm the opening heart.
            13    So fond Instruction on the growing powers
            16    Smile not indulgent on the rising race,
            18    Light golden showers of plenty o'er the land:
            21    And blast the blooming promise of the year.
            23    From where the rolling orb, that gives the day,
            26    How rude so e'er the exterior form we find,
            27    Howe'er opinion tinge the varied mind,
            28    Alike to all the kind impartial heaven
            29    The sparks of truth and happiness has given:
            32    Their judgement mends the plan their fancy draws,
            33    The event presages and explores the cause.
            34    The soft returns of gratitude they know,
            35    By fraud elude, by force repel the foe;
            37    The social smile and sympathetic tear.
            41    Fix and improve the polished arts of peace.
            43    Command the winds and tame the unwilling deep.
            46    Oft o'er the trembling nations from afar
            47    Has Scythia breathed the living cloud of war;
            48    And, where the deluge burst, with sweepy sway
            51    The blue-eyed myriads from the Baltic coast.
            52    The prostrate south to the destroyer yields
            54    With grim delight the brood of winter view
            56    Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose,
            57    And quaff the pendent vintage, as it grows.
            58    Proud of the yoke and pliant to the rod,
            61    The encroaching tide, that drowns her lessening lands,
            65    O'erpower the fire that animates our frame,
            67    Fade and expire beneath the eye of day?
            68    Need we the influence of the northern star
            70    And, where the face of nature laughs around,
            71    Must sickening Virtue fly the tainted ground?
            73    What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul,
            74    Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs,
            80    Suspends the inferior laws that rule our clay:
            81    The stubborn elements confess her sway;
            83    And raise the mortal to a height divine.
            84    Not but the human fabric from the birth
            87    The manners speak the idiom of their soil.
            88    An iron-race the mountain-cliffs maintain,
            89    Foes to the gentler genius of the plain:
            91    With sidelong plough to quell the flinty ground,
            92    To turn the torrent's swift-descending flood,
            93    To brave the savage rushing from the wood,
            97    The rough abode of want and liberty,
            99    Insult the plenty of the vales below?
          100    What wonder in the sultry climes, that spread
          105    The dusky people drive before the gale,
          107    That rise and glitter o'er the ambient tide.

  5. The Bard. A Pindaric Ode  (66 results)
              4    'They mock the air with idle state.
              9    Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride
            10    Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,
            11    As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side
            17    Robed in the sable garb of woe,
            18    With haggard eyes the poet stood;
            20    Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air)
            22    Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
            24    'Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!
            30    'That hushed the stormy main:
            37    'Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail;
            38    'The famished eagle screams, and passes by.
            40    'Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes,
            41    'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart,
            48    'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.'
            49    "Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
            50    "The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
            52    "The characters of hell to trace.
            53    "Mark the year and mark the night,
            55    "The shrieks of death, through Berkeley's roofs that ring,
            58    "That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,
            60    "The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him wait!
            67    "Is the sable warrior fled?
            68    "Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead.
            69    "The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born?
            70    "Gone to salute the rising morn.
            71    "Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
            72    "While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
            73    "In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;
            74    "Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
            75    "Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
            77    "Fill high the sparkling bowl,
            78    "The rich repast prepare,
            79    "Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:
            80    "Close by the regal chair
            83    "Heard ye the din of battle bray,
            86    "And through the kindred squadrons mow their way.
            90    "And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
            91    "Above, below, the rose of snow,
            93    "The bristled Boar in infant-gore
            94    "Wallows beneath the thorny shade.
            95    "Now, brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom,
            98    "(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun)
          100    "(The web is wove. The work is done.)"
          103    'In yon bright track, that fires the western skies,
          115    'In the midst a form divine!
          116    'Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line;
          119    'What strings symphonious tremble in the air,
          121    'Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear;
          124    'Waves in the eye of heaven her many-coloured wings.
          125    'The verse adorn again
          130    'With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
          131    'A voice, as of the cherub-choir,
          136    'Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?
          137    'Tomorrow he repairs the golden flood,
          138    'And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
          140    'The different doom our fates assign.
          143    He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height
          144    Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.

  6. [Imitated] From Propertius. Lib: 2: Eleg: 1.  (61 results)
              2    Whence the soft strain and ever-melting verse:
              4    She is my genius, she inspires the lines;
              6    She tunes my easy rhyme and gives the lay to flow.
              7    If the loose curls around her forehead play,
              9    If the thin Coan web her shape reveal,
            12    Of the dear web whole volumes I indite.
            13    Or if to music she the lyre awake,
            14    That the soft subject of my song I make,
            16    Her artful hand across the sounding strings.
            23    While to retain the envious lawn she tries,
            25    The fruitful muse from that auspicious night
            26    Dates the long Iliad of the amorous fight.
            31    Yet would the tyrant Love permit me raise
            32    My feeble voice to sound the victor's praise,
            33    To paint the hero's toil, the ranks of war,
            34    The laurelled triumph and the sculptured car,
            35    No giant-race, no tumult of the skies,
            38    Or how the Persian trod the indignant sea;
            44    And there the ensanguined wave of Sicily,
            47    Then, while the vaulted skies loud Ios rend,
            50    To mourn the glories of his sevenfold stream,
            52    Move through the sacred way and vainly threat.
            53    Thee too the muse should consecrate to fame,
            58    Back to its source divine the Julian race.
            60    The shepherd of his flocks, the soldier of the fight;
            62    Each in his proper art should waste the day.
            64    To die is glorious in the bed of love.
            65    Happy the youth, and not unknown to fame,
            70    Another love, the quicker let me die.
            71    But she, the mistress of my faithful breast,
            72    Has oft the charms of constancy confessed,
            74    And hates the tale of Troy for Helen's sake.
            75    Me from myself the soft enchantress stole:
            77    Or if I fall the victim of her scorn,
            79    The power of herbs can other harms remove,
            81    The Melian's hurt Machaon could repair,
            82    Heal the slow chief and send again to war;
            84    And Phoebus' son recalled Androgeon to the light.
            86    The powerful mixture and the midnight spell.
            87    The hand that can my captive heart release
            89    May the long thirst of Tantalus allay,
            90    Or drive the infernal vulture from his prey.
            92    Or who can probe the undiscovered wound?
            93    The bed avails not or the leech's care,
            95    'Tis hard the elusive symptoms to explore:
            96    Today the lover walks, tomorrow is no more;
            98    And wonder at the sudden funeral.
          100    When the short marble but preserves a name,
          104    Of all our youth the ambition and the praise!);
          106    And say, while o'er the place you drop a tear,
          107    Love and the fair were of his life the pride;

  7. The Progress of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode  (60 results)
              5    The laughing flowers, that round them blow,
              7    Now the rich stream of music winds along,
            10    Now rowling down the steep amain,
            12    The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.
            13    Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
            15    Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares
            17    On Thracia's hills the Lord of War,
            18    Has curbed the fury of his car,
            20    Perching on the sceptered hand
            21    Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king
            24    The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
            25    Thee the voice, the dance, obey,
            28    The rosy-crowned Loves are seen
            37    Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay.
            38    With arms sublime, that float upon the air,
            41    The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.
            43    Labour, and penury, the racks of pain,
            45    And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate!
            46    The fond complaint, my song, disprove,
            47    And justify the laws of Jove.
            48    Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse?
            51    He gives to range the dreary sky:
            52    Till down the eastern cliffs afar
            54    In climes beyond the solar road,
            56    The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom
            57    To cheer the shivering native's dull abode.
            58    And oft, beneath the odorous shade
            60    She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat
            63    Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
            65    The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
            67    Isles that crown the Aegean deep,
            72    Mute, but to the voice of anguish?
            77    Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour
            78    Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
            79    Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant-power,
            83    Far from the sun and summer-gale,
            86    To him the mighty Mother did unveil
            87    Her awful face: the dauntless child
            90    Richly paint the vernal year:
            92    This can unlock the gates of joy;
            94    Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.'
            96    Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,
            97    The secrets of the abyss to spy.
            98    He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:
            99    The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,
          104    Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
          107    Hark, his hands the lyre explore!
          114    Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
          115    That the Theban eagle bear
          117    Through the azure deep of air:
          119    Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray
          120    With orient hues, unborrowed of the sun:
          122    Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
          123    Beneath the Good how far— but far above the Great.

  8. [Translation from Statius, Thebaid VI 646-88, 704-24]  (57 results)
              1    Then thus the king: 'Whoe'er the quoit can wield,
              2    And furthest send its weight athwart the field,
              4    Swift at the word, from out the gazing host
              6    Labouring the disc, and to small distance threw.
              7    The band around admire the mighty mass,
              9    The love of honour bade two youths advance,
            10    Achaians born, to try the glorious chance;
            17    Who trust your arms shall raze the Tyrian towers,
            21    He said, and scornful flung the unheeded weight
            22    Aloof: the champions trembling at the sight
            23    Prevent disgrace, the palm despaired resign.
            24    All but two youths the enormous orb decline:
            26    As bright and huge the spacious circle lay,
            27    With doubled light it beamed against the day:
            28    So glittering shows the Thracian godhead's shield,
            30    When blazing 'gainst the sun it shines from far,
            31    And, clashed, rebellows with the din of war.
            32    Phlegyas the long-expected play began,
            33    Summoned his strength and called forth all the man.
            37    The ponderous brass in exercise he bore:
            38    Where flowed the widest stream he took his stand;
            39    Sure flew the disc from his unerring hand,
            40    Nor stopped till it had cut the further strand.
            41    And now in dust the polished ball he rolled,
            44    Suspends the crowd with animation warm,
            45    Nor tempts he yet the plain but, hurled upright,
            46    Emits the mass, a prelude of his might.
            48    Collecting all his force, the circle sped.
            49    It towers to cut the clouds; now through the skies
            52    Heavy and huge, and cleaves the solid ground.
            53    So from the astonished stars, her nightly train,
            54    The sun's pale sister, drawn by magic strain,
            56    In vain the nations with officious fear
            58    The AEmonian hag enjoys her dreadful hour,
            59    And smiles malignant on the labouring power.
            60    Third in the labours of the disc came on,
            62    Artful and strong he poised the well-known weight,
            68    Pursued his cast and hurled the orb on high;
            69    The orb on high tenacious of its course,
            70    True to the mighty arm that gave it force,
            73    The theatre's green height and woody wall
            75    The ponderous mass sinks in the cleaving ground,
            78    The eyeless Cyclops heaved the craggy rock:
            79    Where ocean frets beneath the dashing oar,
            80    And parting surges round the vessel roar,
            81    'Twas there he aimed the meditated harm,
            83    A tiger's pride the victor bore away,
            85    A shining border round the margin rolled,
            86    And calmed the terrors of his claws in gold.

  9. [Translation] From Tasso [Gerusalemme Liberata] Canto 14, Stanza 32-9.  (45 results)
              2    To tempt the dangers of the doubtful way;
              4    Whose walls along the neighbouring sea extend.
              5    Nor yet in prospect rose the distant shore,
              6    Scarce the hoarse waves from far were heard to roar,
              7    When thwart the road a river rolled its flood
              9    The torrent-stream his ancient bounds disdains,
            12    The wondrous sage: vigorous he seemed in years,
            15    Against the stream the waves secure he trod,
            17    As on the Rhine when Boreas' fury reigns
            18    And winter binds the floods in icy chains,
            19    Swift shoots the village-maid in rustic play,
            20    Smooth, without step, adown the shining way,
            22    And sports and wantons o'er the frozen tide;
            23    So moved the seer, but on no hardened plain:
            24    The river boiled beneath and rushed towards the main.
            25    Where fixed in wonder stood the warlike pair
            27    'Vast, O my friends, and difficult the toil
            33    For adverse fate the captive chief has hurled
            34    Beyond the confines of our narrow world.
            37    Nor doubt with me to tread the downward road
            38    That to the grotto leads, my dark abode.'
            39    Scarce had he said, before the warriors' eyes
            40    When mountain-high the waves disparted rise:
            41    The flood on either hand its billows rears,
            42    And in the midst a spacious arch appears.
            43    Their hands he seized and down the steep he led,
            44    Beneath the obedient river's inmost bed.
            45    The watery glimmerings of a fainter day
            47    As when athwart the dusky woods by night
            48    The uncertain crescent gleams a sickly light.
            51    Of many a flood they viewed the secret source,
            52    The birth of rivers, rising to their course;
            55    The Po was there to see, Danubius' bed,
            60    Which soon the parent sun's warm powers refine,
            61    In one rich mass unite the precious store,
            62    The parts combine and harden into ore.
            63    Here gems break through the night with glittering beam,
            64    And paint the margin of the costly stream.
            67    Here the soft emerald smiles, of verdant hue,
            69    The diamond there attracts the wondering sight,

  10. Ode for Music  (43 results)
            10    'Dare the Muse's walk to stain,
            14    Bursts on my ear the indignant lay:
            15    There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine,
            16    The few whom genius gave to shine
            21    To bless the place, where on their opening soul
            22    First the genuine ardour stole.
            23    'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell,
            24    And, as the choral warblings round him swell,
            26    And nods his hoary head and listens to the rhyme.
            30    'Oft at the blush of dawn
            32    'Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright
            33    'In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly,
            35    But hark! the portals sound and, pacing forth
            39    Great Edward with the lilies on his brow
            43    And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose,
            44    The rival of her crown and of her woes,
            46    The murthered saint and the majestic lord,
            47    That broke the bonds of Rome,
            50    Save charity, that glows beyond the tomb).
            56    The liquid language of the skies.
            59    'What the bright reward we gain?
            60    'The grateful memory of the good.
            61    'Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
            62    'The bee's collected treasures sweet,
            64    'The still small voice of gratitude.'
            66    The venerable Margaret see!
            72    'The flower unheeded shall descry,
            74    'The fragrance of its blushing head:
            75    'Shall raise from earth the latent gem
            76    'To glitter on the diadem.
            84    'The laureate wreath, that Cecil wore, she brings,
            86    'Submits the fasces of her sway,
            88    'Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay.
            89    'Through the wild waves as they roar
            92    'Nor fear the rocks nor seek the shore:
            93    'The star of Brunswick smiles serene,
            94    'And gilds the horrors of the deep.'

  11. The Descent of Odin. An Ode  (42 results)
              1    Uprose the King of Men with speed,
              3    Down the yawning steep he rode,
              5    Him the dog of darkness spied,
            12    The father of the powerful spell.
            14    (The groaning earth beneath him shakes,)
            16    The portals nine of hell arise.
            17    Right against the eastern gate,
            18    By the moss-grown pile he sate,
            20    The dust of the prophetic maid.
            21    Facing to the northern clime,
            22    Thrice he traced the runic rhyme;
            24    The thrilling verse that wakes the dead;
            25    Till from out the hollow ground
            28    To break the quiet of the tomb?
            30    And drags me from the realms of night?
            32    The winter's snow, the summer's heat,
            33    The drenching dews, and driving rain!
            36    That calls me from the bed of rest?
            39    Thou the deeds of light shalt know;
            43    Pr. Mantling in the goblet see
            44    The pure beverage of the bee,
            45    O'er it hangs the shield of gold;
            46    'Tis the drink of Balder bold:
            48    Pain can reach the sons of Heaven!
            54    Who the author of his fate.
            55    Pr. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom:
            56    His brother sends him to the tomb.
            61    Who the avenger of his guilt,
            63    Pr. In the caverns of the west,
            67    Nor wash his visage in the stream,
            68    Nor see the sun's departing beam:
            70    Flaming on the funeral pile.
            86    But mother of the giant-brood!
            94    Sinks the fabric of the world.

  12. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College  (37 results)
              2    That crown the watery glade,
              5    And ye, that from the stately brow
              6    Of Windsor's heights the expanse below
              9    Wanders the hoary Thames along
            15    I feel the gales, that from ye blow,
            24    The paths of pleasure trace,
            27    The captive linnet which enthrall?
            29    To chase the rolling circle's speed,
            30    Or urge the flying ball?
            36    The limits of their little reign,
            43    The tear forgot as soon as shed,
            44    The sunshine of the breast:
            48    The thoughtless day, the easy night,
            49    The spirits pure, the slumbers light,
            50    That fly the approach of morn.
            52    The little victims play!
            56    The ministers of human fate,
            59    To seize their prey the murtherous band!
            61    These shall the fury Passions tear,
            62    The vultures of the mind,
            67    That inly gnaws the secret heart,
            72    Then whirl the wretch from high,
            75    The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
            77    That mocks the tear it forced to flow;
            81    Lo, in the vale of years beneath
            83    The painful family of Death,
            85    This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
            87    Those in the deeper vitals rage:
            88    Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,
            89    That numbs the soul with icy hand,
            93    The tender for another's pain,
            94    The unfeeling for his own.

  13. The Fatal Sisters. An Ode  (36 results)
              1    Now the storm begins to lower,
              2    (Haste, the loom of hell prepare,)
              4    Hurtles in the darkened air.
              5    Glittering lances are the loom,
              6    Where the dusky warp we strain,
              9    See the grisly texture grow,
            11    And the weights that play below,
            14    Shoot the trembling cords along.
            16    Keep the tissue close and strong.
            19    Join the wayward work to aid:
            20    'Tis the woof of victory.
            21    Ere the ruddy sun be set,
            25    (Weave the crimson web of war)
            27    Where our friends the conflict share,
            29    As the paths of fate we tread,
            30    Wading through the ensanguined field:
            32    O'er the youthful King your shield.
            33    We the reins to slaughter give,
            36    (Weave the crimson web of war.)
            37    They, whom once the desert-beach
            40    O'er the plenty of the plain.
            41    Low the dauntless Earl is laid,
            44    Soon a King shall bite the ground.
            49    Horror covers all the heath,
            50    Clouds of carnage blot the sun.
            51    Sisters, weave the web of death;
            52    Sisters, cease, the work is done.
            53    Hail the task, and hail the hands!
            55    Joy to the victorious bands;
            56    Triumph to the younger King.
            57    Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
            58    Learn the tenor of our song.
            60    Far and wide the notes prolong.
            64    Hurry, hurry to the field.

  14. Ode on the Spring  (30 results)
              1    Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours,
              3    Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
              4    And wake the purple year!
              5    The Attic warbler pours her throat,
              6    Responsive to the cuckoo's note,
              7    The untaught harmony of spring:
              9    Cool zephyrs through the clear blue sky
            11    Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
            13    Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
            14    O'er-canopies the glade,
            16    With me the Muse shall sit, and think
            18    How vain the ardour of the crowd,
            19    How low, how little are the proud,
            20    How indigent the great!
            21    Still is the toiling hand of Care;
            22    The panting herds repose:
            23    Yet hark, how through the peopled air
            24    The busy murmur glows!
            25    The insect youth are on the wing,
            26    Eager to taste the honeyed spring,
            27    And float amid the liquid noon:
            28    Some lightly o'er the current skim,
            30    Quick-glancing to the sun.
            32    Such is the race of man:
            35    Alike the busy and the gay
            38    Brushed by the hand of rough Mischance,
            42    The sportive kind reply:

  15. Imitated from Propertius, Lib: 3: Eleg: 5:  (29 results)
              2    Before the goddess' shrine we too, love's votaries, bend.
              5    Long as of youth the joyous hours remain,
              7    Fast by the umbrageous vale lulled to repose,
              9    Or roused by sprightly sounds from out the trance,
            10    I'd in the ring knit hands and join the Muses' dance.
            11    Give me to send the laughing bowl around,
            14    There bloom the vernal rose's earliest pride;
            26    Relumes her crescent orb to cheer the dreary night;
            27    How rising winds the face of ocean sweep;
            28    Where lie the eternal fountains of the deep;
            29    And whence the cloudy magazines maintain
            30    Their wintry war or pour the autumnal rain;
            32    Shall sink this beauteous fabric of the world;
            33    What colours paint the vivid arch of Jove;
            34    What wondrous force the solid earth can move,
            39    Whence the Seven Sisters' congregated fires,
            41    How the rude surge its sandy bounds control;
            42    Who measured out the year and bade the seasons roll;
            46    The hissing terrors round Alecto's head;
            48    The triple dog that scares the shadowy kind;
            50    The pendent rock, Ixion's whirling wheel,
            51    Famine at feasts and thirst amid the stream.
            52    Or are our fears the enthusiast's empty dream,
            53    And all the scenes that hurt the grave's repose,

  16. [Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude]  (29 results)
              1    Now the golden Morn aloft
              4    She wooes the tardy spring,
              6    The sleeping fragrance from the ground;
              7    And lightly o'er the living scene
            12    The birds his presence greet:
            13    But chief the sky-lark warbles high
            15    And, lessening from the dazzled sight,
            17    Yesterday the sullen year
            18    Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
            19    Mute was the music of the air,
            20    The herd stood drooping by:
            27    And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw
            35    Behind the steps that Misery treads,
            37    The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
            40    The strength and harmony of life.
            41    See the wretch, that long has tossed
            42    On the thorny bed of pain,
            45    The meanest flowret of the vale,
            46    The simplest note that swells the gale,
            47    The common sun, the air and skies,
            50    Near the source whence Pleasure flows;
            51    She eyes the clear crystalline well
            53    Far below [...] the crowd.
            56    They perish in the boundless deep

  17. [Translation from Dante, Inferno Canto xxxiii 1-78]  (28 results)
              1    From his dire food the grisly felon raised
              2    His gore-dyed lips, which on the clottered locks
              3    Of the half-devoured head he wiped, and thus
              4    Began: 'Would'st thou revive the deep despair,
              5    The anguish, that, unuttered, natheless wrings
              6    My inmost heart? Yet if the telling may
              7    Beget the traitor's infamy, whom thus
            20    The bitterness of death, I shall unfold.
            24    Of me the Tower of Famine hight, and known
            25    To many a wretch) already 'gan the dawn
            26    To send. The whilst I slumbering lay, a sleep
            28    Oped the dark veil of fate. I saw methought
            29    Toward Pisa's mount, that intercepts the view
            35    The deadliest: he their chief, the foremost he
            36    Flashed to pursue and cheer the eager cry.
            37    Nor long endured the chase: the panting sire,
            40    The hungry pack their sharp-set fangs embrued.
            41    'The morn had scarce commenced when I awoke:
            49    Sad with the fears of sleep, and now the hour
            50    Of timely food approached; when, at the gate
            51    Below, I heard the dreadful clank of bars
            58    All that whole day or the succeeding night,
            74    In vain my help, expired; ere the sixth morn
            81    The fourth, what sorrow could not, famine did.'
            84    The hellish feast, and rent his trembling prey.

  18. Satire on the Heads of Houses; or, Never a Barrel the Better Herring  (25 results)
              2    To the satire I've penned
              3    On the heads of thy Houses,
              4    Thou seat of the Muses!
              5    Know the Master of Jesus
              7    The Master of Maudlin
              8    In the same dirt is dawdling;
              9    The Master of Sidney
            10    Is of the same kidney;
            11    The Master of Trinity
            13    As the Master of Keys
            15    So the Master of Queen's
            17    The Master of King's
            19    The Master of Catherine
            21    The Master of Clare
            23    The Master of Christ
            24    By the rest is enticed;
            25    But the Master of Emmanuel
            27    The Master of Benet
            28    Is of the like tenet;
            29    The Master of Pembroke
            31    The Master of Peter's
            32    Has all the same features;
            33    The Master of St John's
            34    Like the rest of the dons.

  19. The Characters of the Christ-Cross Row, By a Critic, To Mrs —  (19 results)
              1    Great D draws near— the Duchess sure is come,
              2    Open the doors of the withdrawing-room:
              4    The dowager grows a perfect double D.
              8    Bright beaming as the evening-star her face.
            15    F follows fast the fair— and in his rear
            22    Henry the Eighth's most monstrous majesty.
            25    As H the Hebrew found, so I the Jew:
            27    The walls of old Jerusalem appear,
            31    Pleased with his pranks, the pisgys calls him Puck,
            41    Pippin or peach, then perches on the spray,
            44    The pleasantest person in the Christ-cross Row. [...]
            46    And seems small difference the sounds between.
            50    Q draws her train along the drawing-room.
            51    Slow follow all the quality of state:
            57    S sails the swan slow down the silver stream. [...]

  20. [Lines Spoken by the Ghost of John Dennis at the Devil Tavern]  (17 results)
              1    From purling streams and the Elysian scene,
              5    Ye gods, that sway the regions under ground,
              7    At his command admit the eye of day:
            10    The house of torture and the abyss of woe;
            12    Gay meads and springing flowers, best please the gentle swain.
            24    Betwixt the confines of the light and dark
            25    It lies, of 'Lysium the St. James's Park.
            26    Here spirit-beaux flutter along the Mall,
            27    And shadows in disguise skate o'er the iced Canal;
            29    Frequented by the ghosts of ancient maids,
            30    Are seen to rise. The melancholy scene,
            32    Conceals the wayward band: here spend their time
            45    Flock to the ghost of Covent-Garden House:
            48    The people, as in life, still keep their passions,
            49    But differ something from the world in fashions.

  21. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes  (17 results)
              3        The azure flowers, that blow;
              4    Demurest of the tabby kind,
              5    The pensive Selima reclined,
              6        Gazed on the lake below.
              8    The fair round face, the snowy beard,
              9        The velvet of her paws,
            10    Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
            13    Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
            15        The genii of the stream:
            17    Through richest purple to the view
            19    The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
            22    She stretched in vain to reach the prize.
            27        Nor knew the gulf between.
            29    The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
            31    Eight times emerging from the flood

  22. Ode to Adversity  (13 results)
              2    Thou tamer of the human breast,
              4    The bad affright, afflict the best!
              6    The proud are taught to taste of pain,
            11    To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
            22    The summer friend, the flattering foe;
            28    With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
            30    Warm Charity, the general friend,
            32    And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
            36    Nor circled with the vengeful band
            37    (As by the impious thou art seen)
            45    The generous spark extinct revive,

  23. [Translation from Statius, Thebaid IX 319-26]  (13 results)
              1    Crenaeus, whom the nymph Ismenis bore
              2    To Faunus on the Theban river's shore,
              5    In this clear wave he first beheld the day;
              6    On the green bank first taught his steps to stray,
              7    To skim the parent flood and on the margin play:
              8    Fear he disdains and scorns the power of fate,
            10    The youth exulting stems the bloody tide,
            13    Delights the favourite youth within its flood to lave.
            14    Whether the youth obliquely steers his course
            15    Or cuts the downward stream with equal force,
            16    The indulgent river strives his steps to aid.

  24. [Hymn to Ignorance. A Fragment]  (12 results)
              8    Augments the native darkness of the sky;
            16    The massy sceptre o'er thy slumbering line?
            17    And dews Lethean through the land dispense
            22    And huddle up in fogs the dangerous fire.
            26    Can powers immortal feel the force of years?
            28    She rode triumphant o'er the vanquished world;
            32    (The schoolman's glory, and the churchman's boast.)
            34    Her rapid wings the transient scene pursue,
            35    And bring the buried ages back to view.
            36    High on her car, behold the grandam ride

  25. The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment  (11 results)
            11    This the force of Eirin hiding;
            14    Lochlin ploughs the watery way;
            15    There the Norman sails afar
            16    Catch the winds and join the war:
            18    Burthens of the angry deep.
            20    The Dragon-son of Mona stands;
            23    There the thundering strokes begin,
            24    There the press and there the din;
            26    Echoing to the battle's roar.

  26. [Conan]  (10 results)
              2    Build to him the lofty verse,
              3    Sacred tribute of the bard,
              4    Verse, the hero's sole reward.
              5    As the flame's devouring force;
              6    As the whirlwind in its course;
              7    As the thunder's fiery stroke,
              8    Glancing on the shivered oak;
              9    Did the sword of Conan mow
            10    The crimson harvest of the foe.

  27. Stanzas to Mr Bentley  (10 results)
              1    In silent gaze the tuneful choir among,
              2        Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse admire,
              4        And bids the pencil answer to the lyre.
              9    The tardy rhymes that used to linger on,
            15    The energy of Pope they might efface,
            20        The pomp and prodigality of heaven.
            21    As when, conspiring in the diamond's blaze,
            22        The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight,

  28. [The Death of Hoel]  (8 results)
              1    Had I but the torrent's might,
              4    To rush and sweep them from the world!
            10    He asked and had the lovely maid.
            16    From the golden cup they drink
            17    Nectar, that the bees produce,
            18    Or the grape's ecstatic juice.
            22    (Bursting through the bloody throng)
            23    And I, the meanest of them all,

  29. Sonnet [on the Death of Mr Richard West]  (7 results)
              1    In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
              3    The birds in vain their amorous descant join,
              8    And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
              9    Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
            11    The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
            12    To warm their little loves the birds complain.
            14    And weep the more because I weep in vain.

  30. On L[or]d H[olland']s Seat near M[argat]e, K[en]t  (6 results)
              2        Here H[olland] took the pious resolution
              9    Here reign the blustering North and blighting East,
            11    Yet nature cannot furnish out the feast,
            17    'Ah', said the sighing peer, 'had Bute been true,
            20        And realised the ruins that we feign.
            21    Purged by the sword and beautified by fire,

  31. Song II  (6 results)
              2    Ere the spring he would return.
              4    And the buds that deck the thorn?
              5    'Twas the lark that upward sprung!
              6    'Twas the nightingale that sung!
            12    Spare the honour of my love.

  32. The Candidate  (5 results)
              7    Not I, for the Indies! you know I'm no prude;
            12    'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book.
            16    And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring,
            25    Did not Israel filch from the Egyptians of old
            27    The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie;

  33. William Shakespeare to Mrs Anne, Regular Servant to the Revd Mr Precentor of York  (5 results)
            14    Steal to his closet at the hour of prayer,
            15    And (when thou hear'st the organ piping shrill)
            18    Better the roast meat from the fire to save,
            23    While Nancy earns the praise to Shakespeare due

  34. [Verse Fragments]  (4 results)
              1        The Joy that trembles in her eye
              4            [...] beyond the power of Sound.
              5        [...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge
            10        The cadence of my song repeat

  35. [Couplet about Birds]  (3 results)
              1    There pipes the woodlark, and the song-thrush there
              2    Scatters his loose notes in the waste of air.

  36. [Epitaph on a Child]  (3 results)
              2    A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
              3    A gentler lamb ne'er sported on the plain,
              5    Few were the days allotted to his breath;

  37. [Epitaph on Mrs Clerke]  (3 results)
              4    The peaceful virtues loved to dwell.
              8    She felt the wound she left behind.
            12    Along the lonely vale of days?

  38. [Epitaph on Sir William Williams]  (3 results)
              1    Here, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame,
              8    And scorned repose when Britain took the field.
            11    Ah gallant youth! this marble tells the rest,

  39. [Invitation to Mason]  (3 results)
              2    Stonhewer the lewd and Delaval the loud.
              6    The Widow feels thee in her aching hip,

  40. [Caradoc]  (2 results)
              1    Have ye seen the tusky boar,
              2    Or the bull, with sullen roar,

  41. [Epitaph on Mrs Mason]  (2 results)
              2    ('Twas ev'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod,
              4    And bids ''the pure in heart behold their God.''

  42. [Impromptus]  (2 results)
              1    The Bishop of Chester
              7    Here lies Mrs Keene the Bishop of Chester,

  43. Lines on the Accession of George III  (2 results)
              1    The Old One's dead,
              3        The New One takes his place;

  44. Song I  (2 results)
              2    And droop without knowing the source of my anguish;
              3    To start from short slumbers and look for the morning—

  45. [Tophet]  (2 results)
              1    Such Tophet was; so looked the grinning fiend
              4    With servile simper nod the mitred head.

  46. [Lines Written at Burnham]  (1 result)
              2    In murmuring sounds the dark decrees of fate;

  47. [Sketch of his Own Character]  (1 result)
              2    He had not the method of making a fortune:

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