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CONTINENS NOMINA AUCTORUM SECUNDUM SERIEM
· CARMINIS REDDENDI VERSU.
Akenside. O fair and goodly star, upon the brow of night ..
Fair marble, tell to future days . . . . . . .
When the gods heard, they straight arose and took.
'Tis sweet in the green spring ......
Mourn, Spring, thou darling of the year . .
River, that rollest by the ancient walls ....
Ask me why I send you here . . . . . .
Then let the chill Scirocco blow ......
'Tis not wealth that makes a king .. . . . .
With richer stuff he bade Heaven's fabric shine..
Now each creature joys the other . . . . . . .
Dryden. He said no more, but shunning all delay . . .
We know when moons shall wane . . . . .
Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall ....
Take back the virgin page · · · · · · · · ·
Thou bidst me sing the lay I sung to thee . . . .
An hour with thee ! when earliest day ...
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud
There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail ...
'Tis not rich furniture and gems . . . . . ..
When the Crab's fierce constellation ......
You meaner beauties of the night . . . . . . .
Not high-raised battlement or laboured mound, thick wall or moated gate :
not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned :
not bays and broad-armed ports,
where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride: not starred and spangled courts,
where low-bred baseness wafts perfume to pride.
No: men, high-minded men,
with powers as far above dull brutes endued, in forest, brake, or den,
as beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude: