The Virtues. An Ode. (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
WHAT angel forms, attired in robes of light,Pour their effulgence on my raptur'd sight?Th' ethereal VIRTUES! lo! the radiant band!Appal'd, ...
WHAT angel forms, attired in robes of light,Pour their effulgence on my raptur'd sight?Th' ethereal VIRTUES! lo! the radiant band!Appal'd, ...
O THOU! who dwell'st in heav'n alone,Whose beams surround th' Omniscient's throne,'Tis by his just decrees denied,That thou with mortals ...
COME, thou, who art by all pursu'd;Art thou with magic pow'rs endu'd,To charm each woe, each bliss impart,Fill with delight ...
Late MEMBER for AMERSHAM, BUCKS. HOW does the voice of woe, in accents wild,To wound the list'ning ear sad sounds ...
COME Contemplation, in whose mienAwful Wisdom sits serene,Pleas'd shall the eye thy form survey;No gaudy plumage decks thy brow,Nor dazzling ...
IF, when the Spirit quits her clay-built cell,With incorporeal essences to dwell,Attachments form'd on earth their force retain,And with increasing ...
THOU, by whose gen'rous mien, whose open brow,Thy unsubdued majestic heart we know;Whose god-like port proclaims thy race divine,Whose smiles ...
DEAR suffering Friend, what anguish rends thy heart!Could Pity's voice but soothe thy pungent grief!Pierced with Affliction's keenest-pointed dart,What words ...
WELCOME, sweet season of delight,What beauties charm the wond'ring sightIn thy enchanting reign!How fresh descends the morning dew,Whilst op'ning flow'rs ...
ALAS! what mean those sudden plaints of woe,That strike my startled ear with accents wild?Relentless Death has aim'd th' unerring ...
FRIENDSHIP's the greater bliss we mortals share,It heightens pleasure, softens ev'ry care;Expands the heart, each thought severe disarms,And in the ...
WHAT means, alas! that sudden burst of tears?Oh Death! no common victim dost thou crave;No vulgar spirit mounts th' ethereal ...
HAIL, infant Year! my waking eyeWith rapture meets thy dawn;Hope, fairest offspring of the sky,Illumes thy cloudless morn.Vexation hence! and ...
O'ER Royal Charlotte's sacred bierLet Britain pour the grateful tear;Ah! why should be represtSuch tears as pious children pay,When parent ...
FATE'S messenger the cup of joy o'erwhelms,Where beam'd benevolence and social love;Recalls a native of superior realms,Lent as a short-lived ...
LET others sing, in soft, harmonious strain,The praise of Vice, and all her abject train;Or to pert Folly's whim devote ...
Let Fame her trophies to Ambition raise,Of monumental and historic praise;Truth shall forbid the memory of the just,To sink unnotic'd ...
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