Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King (Matthew Prior Poems)
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, castInto the long Records of Ages past:Review the Years in fairest Action drestWith noted White, ...
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, castInto the long Records of Ages past:Review the Years in fairest Action drestWith noted White, ...
Richard, who now was half asleep,Roused, nor would longer silence keep;And sense like this, in vocal breath,Broke from his twofold ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,Abroad when dreaded, and beloved at home,He saw ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
Tune. — "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."I sing not old Jason who travell'd through GreeceTo kiss the fair ...
The Sceptics think 'twas long agoSince gods came down incognitoTo see who were their friends or foes,And how our actions ...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,That Passion can depress or raiseThe Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:Who dare deny what Virgil ...
Say, dearest Villiers, poor departed friend,(Since fleeting life thus suddenly must end)Say, what did all thy busy hopes avail,That anxious ...
Ye careful Angels, whom eternal FateOrdains, on Earth and human Acts to wait;Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball,And ...
Forgive the muse who, in unhallow'd strains,The saint one moment from his God detains;For sure whate'er you do, where'er you ...
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year,With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;And, as Thou dost thy radiant ...
From publick Noise and factious Strife,From all the busie Ills of Life,Take me, My Celia, to Thy Breast;And lull my ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
Forbear to ask Me, why I weep;Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:'Tis for my Two poor stragling SheepPerhaps, or for ...
Recit.Beneath a verdant laurel's ample shadeHis lyre to mournful numbers strung,Horace, immortal bard supinely laid,To Venus thus address'd the song;Ten ...
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?In your Life-time You never ...
While cruel Nero only drainsThe moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,By study worn, and slack with age,How dull, how thoughtless is his ...
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