Quaint gleanings from ancient poetry, ed. by E. GoldsmidEdmund Marsden Goldsmid 1884 |
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48 SATYR Adamantæa alwaye Anthony Munday ANTHONY MUNDAY'S POEM Aungervyle Reprints Series bait my Scot BALLAD Beast beat em BEAUTIES Bengal blest Blood BONNY LASS Brat BRAWNY BISHOP'S COMPLAINT Calcutta CAPTIVITY OF JOHN composed by Roger Coote Cuddalore dang'rous storm DIRGE Disgorges Halters doth drowzy Judge e'en E'er fame fear Feign'd Fitzherbert FLEET Foes France French Gold grace Gualior's hath Heaven Hell Honour Horse IMITATION OF HORACE India INISKILLING REGIMENT John Fox JUSTICE IN MASQUERADE keepe King let Ireland brag live Lord Auckland Madras Maratta March MARSEILLAISE MEGLIORA SPERO mighty mind MIRACLE Montrose Muse musty Barn Nation ne'er o'er Oaten once PANYGYRICK UPON OATES PATRIOTS peace Pills in Phrase POOR BLIND BOY pray recall in 1783 Royal Scindia Shed thy leaves SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE Speak Pills Squibs sword thee thou thy soule try'd turn'd Twas TWICE VENTURED undone untwine VERSES Warren Hastings whene'er Whore ye brave
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Page 11 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Page 49 - Ye sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms, ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe; March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death.
Page 50 - On victory or death. Now, now, the dangerous storm is rolling, Which treacherous kings confederate raise; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our fields and cities blaze; And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing ? To arms!
Page 7 - weakest hearts," the books of CUPID'S arts, " turned with her wheel, Senseless themselves shall prove. Venture hath place in love. Ask them that feel ! " This discord it begot atheists, that honour not. NATURE thought good FORTUNE should ever dwell in Court where wits excel ; LOVE keep the wood. So to the wood went I, with LOVE to live and die. FORTUNE'S forlorn. Experience of my youth made me think humble TRUTH In deserts born.
Page 43 - From life's oppression freed. An early death was Elliot's* doom, I saw his opening virtues bloom, And manly sense unfold Too soon to fade. I bade the stone, Record his name 'midst hordes unknown, Unknowing what it told.
Page 44 - HERE lies poor Johnson. Reader, have a care, Tread lightly, lest you rouse a sleeping bear : Religious, moral, generous, and humane He was, but self-sufficient, rude, and vain ; Ill-bred and overbearing in dispute, A scholar and a Christian — yet a brute.
Page 42 - Let but his mind unfetter'd tread, Far as the paths of knowledge lead ; And wise as well as blest. No fears his peace of mind annoy, Lest printed lies his fame destroy, Which labour'd years have won ; Nor pack'd committees break his rest, Nor avarice sends him forth in quest Of climes beneath the sun.
Page 48 - Intent Oh, may they never suffer Banishment ! Had Cain been Scot, God would have chang'd his Doom, Not forc'd him wander, but confin'd him home.
Page 50 - Like gods would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
Page 13 - Still will my hopes pursue thee. Then, when my tedious hours are past, Be this last blessing given, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, And die in sight of heaven...