am'rous Apollo arms beauteous beauty Behold bless'd breast bright Britannia's Cæsar Calypso CANTATA charms court crowds crown'd Cupid Daphne darts divine earth Eucharis Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fire flame flow flow'rs flowing tears foes Ganymede gen'rous glory goddess gods grace grove hand happy harmony hear heart heav'nly heaven honours Horace House of Nassau Hughes immortal inspire JOHN HUGHES join'd Jove king light lover lyre maid MENT Mentor mortal Muse ne'er night num'rous numbers nymph o'er pain peace Peneus PEPUSCH Pindaric plains pleas'd pleasure poets Pompey Pothinus pow'r praise pride Proteus proud race rage rais'd RECITATIVE reign rise sacred scene shade shine shore Siege of Damascus sighs sight sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain swain sweet Telemachus thee thro Triumph of Peace triumphs tuneful Venus verse virtue voice wond'ring wondrous youth
72. oldal - Honour is an airy bubble, " Never ending, still beginning, " Fighting still, and still destroying: " If the world be worth thy winning, " Think, O ! think it worth enjoying: " Lovely Thais sits beside thee; " Take the good the gods provide thee." VI. RECITATIVE. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
72. oldal - RECITATIVE. With downcast looks the joyless victor sat,. Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below, And now and then a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow. The mighty master smil'd to see That love was in the next degree, 'Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in
69. oldal - at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son; Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sat On his imperial throne: S His valiant peers were plac'd around, Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.
70. oldal - Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia prest, And while he sought her snowy breast; Then round her slender waist he curl'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.
xxxvii. oldal - tapers are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. The two following Descriptions, likewise by the same hand, are very poetical. The
104. oldal - And ev'ry herb that sips the dew, ' Till old Experience do attain ' To something like prophetic strain.' There let Time's creeping winter shed His hoary snow around my head;
103. oldal - Find out the peaceful hermitage, * The hairy gown and mos$y cell, ' Where I may sit, and rightly spell
73. oldal - Seethe Furies arise! " See the snakes that they rear " How they hiss in their hair, " And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
75. oldal - The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown