The Works of William Mason, Volume 2

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811
 

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Página 5 - ORGAR. riow nobly does this venerable wood, Gilt with the glories of the orient sun, Embosom yon fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temp'rate breath; And, as I tread, the flow'r-besprinkled lawn Sends up a gale of fragrance.
Página 168 - Caesar, has thine impious tongue Spent the black venom of its blasphemy? It has. Then take our curses on thine head, Ev'n his fell curses, who doth reign in Mona, Vicegerent of those gods thy pride insults.
Página 193 - It is true, I should not be sorry to see a chorus on a theatre, more than as large and as deep again as ours, built and adorned at a king's charges : and on that condition and another, which is, that my hands were not bound behind me, as now they are, I should not despair of making such a Tragedy, as might be both instructive and delightful, according to the manner of the Grecians. " To make a sketch, or a more perfect model of a picture...
Página 50 - Shall then your earth-born daughters vie With me ! Shall she, whose brightest eye But emulates the diamond's blaze, Whose cheek but mocks the peach's bloom, Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays, Shall she be...
Página 81 - Here, Romans, pause, and let the eye of wonder Gaze on the solemn scene : behold yon oak, How stern he frowns, and with his broad brown arms Chills the pale plain beneath him...
Página 172 - Cruel man ! And thou deniest me moments. Be it so. I know you Romans weep not for your children ; Ye triumph o'er your tears, and think it valour ; I triumph in my tears. Yes, best-lov'd boy, Yes, I can weep, can fall upon thy corse, And I can tear my hairs, these few grey hairs, The only honours war and age hath left me.
Página 95 - So chaste, so lov'da queen ? ah, Evelina ! Hang not thus weeping on the feeble arm That could not save thy mother. EVELINA. To hang thus Softens the pang of grief; and the sweet thought, That a fond father still supports his child, Sheds, on mypensive mind, such soothing balm, As doth the blessing of these pious seers, When most they wish our welfare.
Página 107 - Thou art a King, a sov'reign o'er frail man; I am a Druid, servant of the gods; Such service is above such sov'reignty, As well thou know'st: if they should prompt these lips To interdict the thing thou dar'st to do, What would avail thy daring!
Página 96 - gainst Heav'n's will To violate their echoes : Patience here, Her meek hands folded on her modest breast, In mute submission lifts th* adoring eye, Ev'n to the storm that wrecks her.
Página 199 - Druidse sibilis id dicunt in sublime jactari. sagoque oportere intercipi, ne tellurem attingat. Profugere raptorem equo : serpentes enim insequi, donee arceantur amnis alicujus interventu.

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