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Ode For The New Year,
From parent Elbe ' s high trophyM shore , Whence our illustrious Chiefs of yore Brought that blest code of laws their sons revere , . And bade the glorious fabric flourish-here , The Royal Virgin comes—ye gales Auspicious , fill the swelling sails ; And while ye gently curl the azure's deep , Let ruder blast in silence sleep ;
every For not from Afric ' s golden sands , Or either India ' s glowing lands , Have e ' er the favouring Nereids brought A prize to us so dear , a bark so richly fraught . Bright maid to thy expecting eyes When Albion ' s cliffs congenial rise , No foreign forms thlooks shall meet
y , Thine ear no foreign accents greet : Here shall thy breast united transports profe , Of kindred fondness and connubial love ; O ! that amid , the nuptial flowers we twine , Our hands the olive ' s sober leaves might join ; Thy presence teach the storm of war to cease , Disarm the battle ' s rage , and charm the world to peace
Yet if the stem vindictive foe , Insulting , aim the hostile blow ; Britain in martial terrors dight , Lifts high th' avenging sword , and courts the light . On every side behold her swains Crowd eager from her fertile plains—With breasts undaunted ; lo , they stand , Firm bulwark of their native land ; And proud her floating Castles , round The Guardians of her happy coast , Bid their terrific thunder sound ,
Dismay to Gallia ' s scatter'd host ; While still Britannia ' s Navies reign Triumphant o ' er the subject main .
The Horse To His Rider; An Elegy,
THE HORSE TO HIS RIDER ; AN ELEGY ,
WMTTEN ON THE FREQUENT WANTON ABUSE 0 ? THE POWERS 0 ? IB . ' . ! NOBLE ANIMAL .
CEASE , Master , cease , a little mercy lend , N-or thus my reeking sides incessant flay ; Let thy snarp scourge my Jab ' ring tones befriend , . Nor thus my-efforts . cruelly repay . Since Morning ' s datvn near fourscore miles I've sped . And Day ' s meridian scarcely now is o'er , Oh 1 let me seek near yonder ale-house shed-That lowly stable ' s hospitable door 1 '
And must I pass it ? Oh , my trembling limbs , Ye soon beneath your cruel load must sink ; My brain e ' en now in faint delirium swims , For ' life fast verges to destruction's brink . S _ '
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Ode For The New Year,
From parent Elbe ' s high trophyM shore , Whence our illustrious Chiefs of yore Brought that blest code of laws their sons revere , . And bade the glorious fabric flourish-here , The Royal Virgin comes—ye gales Auspicious , fill the swelling sails ; And while ye gently curl the azure's deep , Let ruder blast in silence sleep ;
every For not from Afric ' s golden sands , Or either India ' s glowing lands , Have e ' er the favouring Nereids brought A prize to us so dear , a bark so richly fraught . Bright maid to thy expecting eyes When Albion ' s cliffs congenial rise , No foreign forms thlooks shall meet
y , Thine ear no foreign accents greet : Here shall thy breast united transports profe , Of kindred fondness and connubial love ; O ! that amid , the nuptial flowers we twine , Our hands the olive ' s sober leaves might join ; Thy presence teach the storm of war to cease , Disarm the battle ' s rage , and charm the world to peace
Yet if the stem vindictive foe , Insulting , aim the hostile blow ; Britain in martial terrors dight , Lifts high th' avenging sword , and courts the light . On every side behold her swains Crowd eager from her fertile plains—With breasts undaunted ; lo , they stand , Firm bulwark of their native land ; And proud her floating Castles , round The Guardians of her happy coast , Bid their terrific thunder sound ,
Dismay to Gallia ' s scatter'd host ; While still Britannia ' s Navies reign Triumphant o ' er the subject main .
The Horse To His Rider; An Elegy,
THE HORSE TO HIS RIDER ; AN ELEGY ,
WMTTEN ON THE FREQUENT WANTON ABUSE 0 ? THE POWERS 0 ? IB . ' . ! NOBLE ANIMAL .
CEASE , Master , cease , a little mercy lend , N-or thus my reeking sides incessant flay ; Let thy snarp scourge my Jab ' ring tones befriend , . Nor thus my-efforts . cruelly repay . Since Morning ' s datvn near fourscore miles I've sped . And Day ' s meridian scarcely now is o'er , Oh 1 let me seek near yonder ale-house shed-That lowly stable ' s hospitable door 1 '
And must I pass it ? Oh , my trembling limbs , Ye soon beneath your cruel load must sink ; My brain e ' en now in faint delirium swims , For ' life fast verges to destruction's brink . S _ '