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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY ' S BIRTH-PAY . BY HENRY JAMES PYE , ESC ^ . POKT-l . Al . RF . AT Set to Music by Sir W . Parsons , Mus . D .
WHILE loud and near , round Britain ' s coasts , The low ' ring storm of battle roars , In proud array , while numerous hosts Insulting threat her happy shores , No strains , with peaceful descant blown , Now float around Britannia's throne , — The shouts from martial zeal that rise
, The fires that beam from Gloiy ' s eyes , Thesu-ord that manly Freedom draws , In Freedom ' s palriot Monarch ' s cause , Shall with an angel ' s voice display How dear to Britain's sons their GEORGE ' S natal day . II . Triumphant o'er the blue domain
Of hoary Ocean's briny reign , While Britain ' s navies boldly sweep , With victor prow the stormy dt-ep , Will Gallia ' s vanquish'd squadrons dare Again to try the wat ' ry war , Again her floating castles brave , Terrific on the howling wave , Or on the fragile bark adventure o'er , Tempt her tempestuous seas , and scale her rocky shore {
in . Or should the wind ' s uncertain gale Propitious swell the hostile sail ; Should the dim mist , or midnight shade , Invasion ' s threaten'd inroad aid , Shall Britain , on her native strand , Shrink from a foe ' s inferior hand . ' She vows by Gallia , taught to yield On Cresci ' s and on Poitier's field ,
ByAginc . ourt ' s high trophied plain , Pil'd with illustrious nobles slam , By wondering Danube ' s distant flood , And Blenheimts ramparts red with blood , By chief ' s on Minden ' s heaths nlio shone , By recent fame at Lincelle . ; won , Her laurel'd brow she ne'er will veil , Or shun the shock cf fight , though numerous hosts assail .
iv . Th' electric flame ofslory runs Impetuous through her hardy sons . See , rushing from the farm and fold , Her swains , in Glory ' s lists enrol ' l'd , Though o ' er the nations , far and wide , Gallia may pour Oppression ' s tide , VOL , X . 3 D
And , like Koine ' s tyrant race of yore , O'er-run each tributary shore ; [ meet Yet , like the Julian chief , their hosts shall Untam'd resistance here , and foul defeat ; Shall , like Rome ' s rav ' ning eagle , baffled fly [ Liberty . From Britain's fata ! cliffs , the abode of v .
Behold on Windsor ' s oak-friiig'd plain , The pride of Albion ' s sylvan reign , Where oft the cheering hound and horn Have pierc'd the listening ear of Morn ; Rous'd by the clarion's warlike sound , The heroes tread the tented ground , Where chief ' s as brave as those of" yore , Who chivalry ' s first honours wore
, What time , fair knighthood's knee around [ bound , Tli ' embroider'd zone victorious EmvAiio Shall by their Monarch ' s throne a bulwark stand , [ of the land . And guard in GEORGE ' S Crown the welfare
PASTORAL . ALREADY the lark on its wins , Had rose from the verdure below , And hail'd the return of the spring , In notes sweetly soothing to woe . When Corydon rose from his'bed , '
Of moss and of flow ' rets . compos'd , And nimbly tript over the mead To where the fair Aiinis repos'd . ' Awake , lovely Annis ! ' he cry'd ; ' The songsters invite to the plain , c The lambs' bleating tones seem to chide ; They suffer thy absence with pain !' Hand in hand o'er the plain now they rove , The care of the flocks to divide;—Young Corydon breathing forth love , When thus . the fair damsel reply'd :
' Ah ! Corydon , born to persuade , Thy honour and worth's unconfin'd ; But beauty , alas ! soon shall fade . 'She smil'd , and the shepherd rejoin'd : ' Sweet Annis , thou fairest of maids That ever these plains grac ' cl before , Or rambl'd thro' those cooling shades , What shepherd can look but adore ?
' The violet , the lilly , the rose , In vain all their beauties display—Thy charms shall endure , when all thoje Shall droop in oblivious decay . ' The poplar , the oak , and the pine , In triumph majestically sway ; But dignity , Annis , is thine , That ttjnutiaiuU ev ' ry heart to obev !
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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY ' S BIRTH-PAY . BY HENRY JAMES PYE , ESC ^ . POKT-l . Al . RF . AT Set to Music by Sir W . Parsons , Mus . D .
WHILE loud and near , round Britain ' s coasts , The low ' ring storm of battle roars , In proud array , while numerous hosts Insulting threat her happy shores , No strains , with peaceful descant blown , Now float around Britannia's throne , — The shouts from martial zeal that rise
, The fires that beam from Gloiy ' s eyes , Thesu-ord that manly Freedom draws , In Freedom ' s palriot Monarch ' s cause , Shall with an angel ' s voice display How dear to Britain's sons their GEORGE ' S natal day . II . Triumphant o'er the blue domain
Of hoary Ocean's briny reign , While Britain ' s navies boldly sweep , With victor prow the stormy dt-ep , Will Gallia ' s vanquish'd squadrons dare Again to try the wat ' ry war , Again her floating castles brave , Terrific on the howling wave , Or on the fragile bark adventure o'er , Tempt her tempestuous seas , and scale her rocky shore {
in . Or should the wind ' s uncertain gale Propitious swell the hostile sail ; Should the dim mist , or midnight shade , Invasion ' s threaten'd inroad aid , Shall Britain , on her native strand , Shrink from a foe ' s inferior hand . ' She vows by Gallia , taught to yield On Cresci ' s and on Poitier's field ,
ByAginc . ourt ' s high trophied plain , Pil'd with illustrious nobles slam , By wondering Danube ' s distant flood , And Blenheimts ramparts red with blood , By chief ' s on Minden ' s heaths nlio shone , By recent fame at Lincelle . ; won , Her laurel'd brow she ne'er will veil , Or shun the shock cf fight , though numerous hosts assail .
iv . Th' electric flame ofslory runs Impetuous through her hardy sons . See , rushing from the farm and fold , Her swains , in Glory ' s lists enrol ' l'd , Though o ' er the nations , far and wide , Gallia may pour Oppression ' s tide , VOL , X . 3 D
And , like Koine ' s tyrant race of yore , O'er-run each tributary shore ; [ meet Yet , like the Julian chief , their hosts shall Untam'd resistance here , and foul defeat ; Shall , like Rome ' s rav ' ning eagle , baffled fly [ Liberty . From Britain's fata ! cliffs , the abode of v .
Behold on Windsor ' s oak-friiig'd plain , The pride of Albion ' s sylvan reign , Where oft the cheering hound and horn Have pierc'd the listening ear of Morn ; Rous'd by the clarion's warlike sound , The heroes tread the tented ground , Where chief ' s as brave as those of" yore , Who chivalry ' s first honours wore
, What time , fair knighthood's knee around [ bound , Tli ' embroider'd zone victorious EmvAiio Shall by their Monarch ' s throne a bulwark stand , [ of the land . And guard in GEORGE ' S Crown the welfare
PASTORAL . ALREADY the lark on its wins , Had rose from the verdure below , And hail'd the return of the spring , In notes sweetly soothing to woe . When Corydon rose from his'bed , '
Of moss and of flow ' rets . compos'd , And nimbly tript over the mead To where the fair Aiinis repos'd . ' Awake , lovely Annis ! ' he cry'd ; ' The songsters invite to the plain , c The lambs' bleating tones seem to chide ; They suffer thy absence with pain !' Hand in hand o'er the plain now they rove , The care of the flocks to divide;—Young Corydon breathing forth love , When thus . the fair damsel reply'd :
' Ah ! Corydon , born to persuade , Thy honour and worth's unconfin'd ; But beauty , alas ! soon shall fade . 'She smil'd , and the shepherd rejoin'd : ' Sweet Annis , thou fairest of maids That ever these plains grac ' cl before , Or rambl'd thro' those cooling shades , What shepherd can look but adore ?
' The violet , the lilly , the rose , In vain all their beauties display—Thy charms shall endure , when all thoje Shall droop in oblivious decay . ' The poplar , the oak , and the pine , In triumph majestically sway ; But dignity , Annis , is thine , That ttjnutiaiuU ev ' ry heart to obev !