Written in Milton’s PARADISE LOST. (Mather Byles Poems)
Had I, O had I all the tuneful ArtsOf lofty Verse; did ev'ry Muse inspireMy flowing Numbers, and adorn my ...
Had I, O had I all the tuneful ArtsOf lofty Verse; did ev'ry Muse inspireMy flowing Numbers, and adorn my ...
To you, dear Youth, whom all the Muses own,And great Apollo speaks his darling Son,To you the Muse directs her ...
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,And heard the fatal News,—"The Friend is dead.Dumb, fixt in Sorrow, she forgot ...
While Death his awful Triumphs spreads around,And crowded Nations fill the vaulted Ground;While ev'ry Rank, and State, and Sex, and ...
When the proud Philistines for War declar'd,And Israel's Sons for Battle had prepar'd,Before the Heathen Camp a Monster stalk'd,And awful ...
Descend, immortal Muse, inspire my Song,Let mournful Numbers gently flow along:And thou, my Lyre, in solemn Notes complain,And in sad ...
I.Thy dreadful Pow'r, Almighty GOD,Thy Works to speak conspire;This Earth declares thy Fame abroad,With Water, Air, and Fire.II.At thy Command, ...
I.Great GOD, how frail a Thing is Man!How swift his Minutes pass!His Age contracts within a Span;He blooms and dies ...
I.Awake my Heart, awake my Tongue,Sound each melodious String;In num'rous Verse and lofty Song,To thee, my GOD, I sing.II.Omnipotent Redeemer-Lord,What ...
I.Who on the Earth, or in the Skies,Thy Beauties can declare?Jesus, dear Object of my Eyes,My Everlasting Fair.II.Mortals, for you ...
I.Where shall I find my Lord, my Love,The Sov'reign of my Soul?Pensive from East to West I rove,And range from ...
I.Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,Thou Lord of all above:Oft has my Song to thee arose,My Song, inspir'd by ...
I.Heav'nly Love, our Bosoms seize!Ye soft seraphick Pow'rs,Come, join your Songs with ours:Gently as the dying BreezeWhispers o'er the Midnight-Seas,Or ...
Ah! Cease, vain Muse, forbear thy hardy Lays,Nor urge the Thunder on thy guilty Bays,How durst thou thus debase the ...
I.To Thee, my Lord, I lift the Song,Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs:In constant Praise my grateful TongueShall fill my foll'wing Hours.II.Guilty, ...
"To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars,To Thee, our Father's God, and ours;This Wilderness we chose our Seat:To Rights secur'd by ...
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