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On Fortitude.
ON FORTITUDE .
BY MR . EDWARD WILLIAMS , THE WELSH BARD .
I LOVE the man , whose giant soul Spurns at Opinion ' s tyrant sway , To no vile despot yields his heart ; Disdaining Fashion ' s proud controul , He turns from Folly ' s glitt'ring way , Dares nobly trample on the pride of Art . War ' s bloody fiendswith wrathful ire
, , Bid o ' er the fields their legions fly , Far o ' er the main bid rage extend ; He that can hate their martial fire , Can scan their souls with Reason ' s eye , Is to Britannia ' s Bards a bosom friend . Stern Winter triumphs in the sky , Sad Nature ' s woful face deforms ,
Fell Horror spreads her sable wing ; He can the giant Fear defy , When sweep around the raging storms And with undaunted soul can laugh and sing .
He dreads no thunders of the night , When roaming o ' er the pathless vvaste , When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can smile at gnashing Spite , Whilst Envy speeds with hellish haste , To bid her talon'd fiends around him rave . He nor vile Wealth ' s bewitching glare ,
Nor titles high that Pride bestows , Beholds with eyes of keen desire : How fails the venom'd look of Care , To shake his bosom ' s calm repose , When all the gleams of soothing Hope expire ! When , felt in flames of sore disease , Death's dagger'd throngs invade his heart ,
He still unconquer'd meets the shock ; Firm as a mountain , still at ease , He smiles unmov'd , nor feels the dart , But stands a champion bold on Heav'n ' s eternal rock .
Song.
SONG .
FASTORA , by some matchless art , First made me feel a Lover's pain ; But soon my disappointed heart , Like Noah ' s Dove , return'd again . Another resting-place it sought , Intic'd by Phcebe's sprightly mien ; Andlike that wand ' ring birdit brought
, , A certain token where't had been . But soon as Emma bless'd my sight , With all the charms of Virtue's store ; Like that same bird it took its flight , And , finding rest , return'd no more , Y y a
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On Fortitude.
ON FORTITUDE .
BY MR . EDWARD WILLIAMS , THE WELSH BARD .
I LOVE the man , whose giant soul Spurns at Opinion ' s tyrant sway , To no vile despot yields his heart ; Disdaining Fashion ' s proud controul , He turns from Folly ' s glitt'ring way , Dares nobly trample on the pride of Art . War ' s bloody fiendswith wrathful ire
, , Bid o ' er the fields their legions fly , Far o ' er the main bid rage extend ; He that can hate their martial fire , Can scan their souls with Reason ' s eye , Is to Britannia ' s Bards a bosom friend . Stern Winter triumphs in the sky , Sad Nature ' s woful face deforms ,
Fell Horror spreads her sable wing ; He can the giant Fear defy , When sweep around the raging storms And with undaunted soul can laugh and sing .
He dreads no thunders of the night , When roaming o ' er the pathless vvaste , When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can smile at gnashing Spite , Whilst Envy speeds with hellish haste , To bid her talon'd fiends around him rave . He nor vile Wealth ' s bewitching glare ,
Nor titles high that Pride bestows , Beholds with eyes of keen desire : How fails the venom'd look of Care , To shake his bosom ' s calm repose , When all the gleams of soothing Hope expire ! When , felt in flames of sore disease , Death's dagger'd throngs invade his heart ,
He still unconquer'd meets the shock ; Firm as a mountain , still at ease , He smiles unmov'd , nor feels the dart , But stands a champion bold on Heav'n ' s eternal rock .
Song.
SONG .
FASTORA , by some matchless art , First made me feel a Lover's pain ; But soon my disappointed heart , Like Noah ' s Dove , return'd again . Another resting-place it sought , Intic'd by Phcebe's sprightly mien ; Andlike that wand ' ring birdit brought
, , A certain token where't had been . But soon as Emma bless'd my sight , With all the charms of Virtue's store ; Like that same bird it took its flight , And , finding rest , return'd no more , Y y a