Primitiæ et reliquiæ [verses by R.C. Wellesley].

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Страница 46 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...
Страница 3 - EnroU'd in our bright annals lives full many a gallant name ; But never British heart conceived a deed of prouder fame, To shield our liberties and laws, to guard our sovereign's crown, Than noble Duncan's mighty arm achieved at Camperdown. October the eleventh it was, he spied the Dutch at nine ; The British signal flew — " to break their close embattled line.
Страница 16 - To calm my soul, and troubled thoughts assuage ! Come parent Eton ! turn the stream of time Back to Thy sacred fountain crowned with bays ! Recall my brightest, sweetest days of Prime ! When all was hope, and triumph, joy, and praise. Guided by Thee I raised my youthful sight To the steep solid heights of lasting fame, And hailed the beams of clear ethereal light That brighten round the Greek and Roman name.
Страница 16 - Thy sacred fountain crowned with bays ! Recall my brightest, sweetest days of Prime ! When all was hope, and triumph, joy, and praise. Guided by Thee I raised my youthful sight To the steep solid heights of lasting fame, And hailed the beams of clear ethereal light That brighten round the Greek and Roman name.
Страница 16 - With virtue, liberty, and truth combined, And honest zeal, and piety, and grace, The throne and altar's strength have intertwined : The lofty glories of the land and main, The stream of industry, and trade's proud course, The majesty of empire to sustain, God's blessing on sound faith is Britain's force. Me, when thy shade and Thames's meads and flowers Invite to soothe the cares of waning age, May memory bring to me my...
Страница 14 - Dishevelled, mournful, beauteous type of Grief That seem'st in tears to bend o'er Thames's tide, And still to rue the day, when Babel's Chief, High on Thy Parent stream enthroned in pride, Beheld upon Thy melancholy boughs The Harps unstrung of Israel's captive band, When heart, and voice, and orisons, and vows Refused the haughty Victor's stern command To move great Sion's festal lay sublime, To mingle heavenly strains...
Страница 17 - Nor sway'd by novelty, nor public breath, Teach me false censure and false fame to scorn, And guide my steps through honour's paths to death. And thou, time-honoured fabric, stand ! A tower Impregnable, a bulwark of the state ! Untouched by visionary folly's power Above the vain, and ignorant, and great ! The mighty race with cultured minds adorn, And piety and faith ; congenial pair ! And spread thy gifts through ages yet unborn, Thy country's pride, and heaven's parental care ! Fern-hill, Windsor,...
Страница 11 - SALIX BABYLONICA. THE WEEPING WILLOW. " The first of this race of Willow was introduced into England in the last century: it was brought from the banks of the Euphrates, near the ruins of Babylon, where this willow abounds. This is the willow on which the Israelites 'hanged their harps...
Страница 14 - Bahel's chief, High on thy parent stream enthroned in pride, Beheld, upon thy melancholy boughs, The harps unstrung of Israel's captive band, When heart, and voice, and orisons, and vows, Refused the haughty victor's stern command, To move great Sion's festal lay sublime, To mingle heavenly strains of joy with tears, To sing the Lord's song in a stranger's clime, And chant the holy hymn to heathen ears. Down by Euphrates...
Страница 16 - О blest instruction ! friend to generous youth ? Source of all good ! you taught me to entwine The muse's laurel with eternal truth, And wake her lyre to strains of faith divine. Firm, incorrupt, as in life's dawning morn, Nor swayed by novelty, nor public breath, Teach me false censure and false fame to scorn, And guide my steps through honour's paths to death.

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