An Epistle from William, Lord Russell, to William, Lord Cavendish: Written in Newgate, on Friday Night, July 20th, 1683 ...Author, 1763 - 20 strani |
Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
An Epistle From William Lord Russell, to William Lord Cavendish (Classic ... George Canning Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
An Epistle from William Lord Russell, to William Lord Cavendish; Written in ... GEORGE. CANNING Predogled ni na voljo - 2018 |
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
becauſe Bofom cauſe ceaſe chafte charm cloſe compofition conſcious cou'd Country's courſe dear deſpair difplay diſplay'd endleſs ENGLAND'S ev'ry eyes facred faid fall'n Fame faſhion fate fav'rite fays fcorn feek fhall fhew fhun filk firſt Foes fofa folid fome foul ftill fuch fudden gen'rous goddeſs greateſt Heart Heav'n heav'nly himſelf honeft Honour inſtinct jealous juft Juftice juſt laft laſt lefs LIMERICK Lord Coke LORD RUSSELL lyre meaſures Momus moſt mufe muſe muſt myſelf ne'er o'er Paffion pains paſs perfon pleaſe pleaſure poem Pow'r praiſe Pray'r Pride publiſh reafon reſources reſtore riſe roſe ſcarce ſcene ſchool ſeen ſhall ſhame ſhe ſky Soul ſpare ſpheres ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtation ſtill ſtrain ſweet taſte thee theſe thoſe days Thou thro Throne Tis thine TRALEE truft Tyrant's vot'ries waiſt Whofe Whoſe WILLIAM LORD Woodcock wou'd YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 9 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear...
Stran 1 - Beyond or love's or friendship's sacred band, Beyond myself I prize my native land: On this foundation would I build my fame, And emulate the Greek and Roman name; Think England's peace bought cheaply with my blood, And die with pleasure for my country's good.
Stran 7 - Th' indignant pride that in my bofom fwell'd $ I fu'd — the weak attempt I blufh to own— I fu'd for mercy, proftrate at the throne. O ! blot the foible out, my noble friend, With human firmnefs human feelings blend ! When Love's endearments fofteft moments feize, And Love's dear pledges hang upon the knees, When Nature's...
Stran 17 - The facred compaft by which monarchs reign ! ' Wife to forefee all danger from afar, ' And brave to meet the thunders of the war! ' Let pure religion, not to forms confin'd, ' And love of freedom, fill his generous mind ! ' Warm let his breaft with fparks celeftial glow, ' Benign to man, the tyrant's deadly foe ! • While finking nations reft upon his arm, • Do thou the great Deliverer fhield from harm...
Stran 15 - The axe, which executes the harfh decree. But wounds the flefh, to fet the fpirit free! Well may the man a tyrant's frown defpife, Who, fpurning earth, to heaven for refuge flies ; And on thy mercy, when his foes prevail, Builds his firm truit ; that rock can never fail ! Hear then, Jehovah ! hear thy fervant's prayer...
Stran i - Yet fear not thou, when Liberty difplays " Her glorious flag, to fteer his courfe to praife ; " For know, (whoe'er thou art that read'ft his fate, " And think'ft, perhaps, his...
Stran 18 - Ruthlefs march'd forth, his country to devour, With firm-brac'd nerve repell'd the brutal force, And ftopp'd th' unwieldy giant in his courfe.
Stran 16 - Slavery fhake her threat'ning chain, And Perfecution wave her torch in vain ! Arife, O Lord ! and hear thy people's call ! Nor for one man let three great kingdoms fall ! O ! that my blood may glut the barbarous rage Of Freedom's foes, and England's ill* affwage !— Grant but that prayer, I afk for no repeal, A...
Stran 4 - ... is free, And flies unfetter'd, Cavendish, to thee ! " Thou dear companion of my better days, When, hand in hand, we trod the paths of...
Stran 15 - In whofe great balance, infinitely juft, Kings are but men, and men are only duft ; At thy tribunal low thy fuppliant falls, And here condemn'd, on thee for mercy calls ! Thou hear'ft not, Lord ! an hypocrite complain, And fure with thee hypocrify were vain ; To thy all-piercing eye the heart lies bare, Thou know'ft my fins, and, knowing, ftill canft fpare ! Though partial power its...