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in my small pinnace I can sail,
and running with a merry gale,
and see the storm, ashore
ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK 'AKE back the virgin page,
white and unwritten still ;
the leaf must fill :
pure as e’en you require:
love turns to fire.
oft shall my heart renew,
dear thoughts of you:
like you, too bright and fair,
one wrong wish there. 238 Haply when from those eyes
far, far away I roam, should calmer thoughts arise
towards you and home; fancy may trace some line,
worthy those eyes to meet ; thoughts that not burn, but shine,
pure, calm and sweet. And, as o'er ocean far
seamen their records keep, led by some hidden star
through the cold deep ; so may the words I write
tell through what storms I stray; you still the unseen light,
guiding my way.
THE PROGRESS OF POESY FROM GREECE TO
ITALY AND FROM ITALY TO ENGLAND
inspiration breathed around ;
murmur'd deep a solemn sound;
left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
and coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, they sought, O Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.
TO A STAR
their blossom and decay.
that with thy bright array
even as the god of day
that part and foam below. F. S. II.
THE SOUL OF BEAUTY
I look for spirit in her eyes,
and meaning in her air.
shall ne'er my wishes win ;
that speaks a mind within ;
where sense and sweetness move,
the tenderness of love.
without whose vital aid
M. AKENSIDE HEAVEN IN PROSPECT
THEX. are all gone into the world of light!
Their very memory is fair and bright,
and my sad thoughts doth clear.
like stars upon some gloomy grove,
after the sun's remove.
whose light doth trample on my days;
meer glimmering and decays.
at first sight if the bird be flown:
that is to him unknown.
call to the soul when man doth sleep,
If a star were confin'd into a tomb,
her captive flames must needs burn there; but when the hand that lockt her up gives room,
she'll shine through all the sphere.
created glories under thee,
into true liberty!
my perspective still as they pass;
INSENSIBILITY TO GOD'S MERCIES
H , ,
that, ere the glorious sun be born,
THE SEAMEN'S SONG
'ER the rolling waves we go,
to quell with fire and sword the foe,
that dares give us vexation.
Sailing to each foreign shore,
that does enrich the nation.
Noble-hearted seamen are
to do their country pleasure.
in calm and stormy weather.
THE LIVING AUTHOR'S EPITAPH
ROM life's superfluous cares enlarg'd,
here Cowley lies, beneath this shed,
LIQUID Peneus was flowing,
in Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
speeded with my sweet pipings.