« ПретходнаНастави »
LAOMEDON, that had the Gods in pay, Neptune, with him * that rules the sacred day, Cou'd no such structure raise: T'Roy wall’d so high, Th’ ATRIDES might as well have forc'd the sky.
Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour kings, To see such pow'rs employ'd in peaceful things : They list, not urge it to the dreadful field; The task is easier to destroy, than build.
Of my Lady Isabella playing on the Flute. Such moving sounds, from such a careless touch! So unconcern’d herself, and we so much! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? The trembling strings about her fingers crow'd, And tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud : Small force there needs to make them tremble so; Touch'd by that hand who wou'd not tremble too? Here Love takes stand, and while she charms the
ear, Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer:
* * * Sic gratia Regum Pieriis tentata niodis * * *
Mnsic so softens, and disarms the mind,
Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.
We must resign! heav'n his great soul does claim
The ocean, which so long our hopes confined,
U eful then ! if we no tears allow
To the King, upon His Majesty's Happy Return.
The rising sun complies with our weak sight,
your full majesty at once breaks forth In the meridian of your reign. Your worth, Your youth, and all the splendor of your state, (Wrap'd up, till now, in clouds of adverse Fate !) With such a flood of light invade our eyes, And our spread hearts with so great joy surprize ; That, if your grace incline that we should live, You must not, Sir! too hastily forgive. Our guilt preserves us from th' excess of joy, Which scatters spirits, and would life destroy.
All are obnoxious! and this faulty land, Like fainting Esther, does before you stand, Watching your sceptre : the revolted sea Trembles to think she did your foes obey.
GREAT BRITAIN, the blind POLYPHEME, of late, In a wild rage, became the scorn, and hate, Of her proud neighbours ; who began to think, She, with the weight of her own force, would sink. But you are come, and all their hopes are vain; This giant-isle has got her eye again. Now, she might spare the ocean; and oppose Your conduct to the fiercest of her foes. Naked, the GRACEs guarded you from all Dangers abroad; and now, your thunder shall. Princes that saw you different passions prove; For now they dread the object of their love
Nor without envy can behold his height,
And tho’ it be our sorrow, and our crime,
you here; yet does this absence gain
This seat of yours (from th' other world remov'd) Had Archimedes known, he might have prov'd His engin's force, fix'd here : your pow'r and skill, Makes the world's motion wait upon your will. Much-suff'ring Monarch ! the first ENGLISH
born, That has the crown of these three nations worn!