I. 1. For toils which patriots have endu… For treason quell’d and laws secur… In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise.

If rightly tuneful bards decide, If it be fix’d in love’s decrees, That beauty ought not to be tried But by its native power to please, Then tell me, youths and lovers, t…

BOOK I With what attractive charms this g… Of Nature touches the consenting… Of mortal men; and what the pleasi… Which beauteous imitation thence d…

With sordid floods the wintry Urn Hath stain’d fair Richmond’s leve… Her naked hill the Dryads mourn, No longer a poetic scene. No longer there thy raptur’d eye

JULY, 1740. From pompous life’s dull masquerad… From Pride’s pursuits, and Passio… Far, my Cordelia, very far, To thee and me may Heaven assign

How thick the shades of evening cl… How pale the sky with weight of sn… Haste, light the tapers, urge the… And bid the joyless day retire. —Alas, in vain i try within

One effort more, one cheerful sall… Our destin’d course will finish. a… Then, for an offering sacred to th… Who lent us gracious guidance, we… Inscribe a monument of deathless p…

Such was old Chaucer. such the pl… Of him who first with harmony info… The language of our fathers. Here… For many a cheerful day. these anc… Have often heard him, while his le…

Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder’s h… Once more i seek, a languid guest: With throbbing temples and with bu… Once more i climb thy steep aerial… O faithful cure of oft-returning i…

Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e’er incline Toward immortal glory’s throne? For with me nor pomp, nor pleasure…

I. 1. Once more I join the Thespian cho… And taste the inspiring fount agai… O parent of the Grecian lyre, Admit me to thy powerful strain—

On yonder verdant hilloc laid, Where oaks and elms, a friendly sh… O’erlook the falling stream, O master of the Latin lyre, Awhile with thee will i retire

No, foolish youth’€”To virtuous f… If now thy early hopes be vow’d, If true ambition’s nobler flame Command thy footsteps from the cro… Lean not to love’s inchanting snar…

Science! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental da… Free, generous, and refin’d! Descend with all thy treasures fra… Illumine each bewilder’d thought,

Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bar… Erected altars; ye who to the mind More lofty views unfold, and promp… With more divine emotions; if erew… Not quite unpleasing have my votiv…