Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto III (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
In the dark Backward of six thousand Years,(So Moses writes and all our Christian Seers)The World, a rude, unfashion'd Embryo ...
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Sir Ralph, a simple, rural Knight,Could just distinguish Wrong from Right;When he receiv'd a Quarter's Rent,And almost half in Taxes ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
Curst be that busy Wretch, that human Beast,(Some crafty Statesman or ambitious Priest)Who first his own pernicious Schemes to buildHis ...
Hail to the Light of this revolving Morn,On which such Beauty to the World was born,Or rather made--for thus Traditions ...
O Chesterfield, with early Laurels crown'd,For poignant Wit and nervous Sense renown'd,Whom all the Powers of Eloquence adorn,For publick Scenes ...
O Stanhope! great in Council, and in Fight,Whom the first Scenes of publick Life delight,In Fields of Death to meet ...
Sir Fopling, crost in Love and stript at Play,Pensive and grumbling on his Pillow lay;How vain says he, are all ...
Must Brunswick and his Friends for ever bear,The keen Resentments of the British Fair?Still crown'd with Glory, must he curse ...
When Strephon's Verse before my Eyes was laid,With Wonder I the nauseous Stuff survey'd;I read and laugh'd at all the ...
In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,There stands a great House (and ...
Last Week in this Town was a furious Debate,Between two great Masters and Champions of State;Dread Havock ensued and most ...
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