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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Whence does this sudden, fatal Change proceed?For lo! Despair on ev'ry Brow I read,All shake their mournful Heads and pensive ...
The Pencil's glowing Lines and vast Command,And Mankind rising from the Painter's Hand,The awful Judge array'd in beamy Light,And Spectres ...
Hail to the Man, whom sacred thirst of FameAmongst the stars enroll'd a shining Name!In whose great Soul Apollo fix'd ...
If yet, my Lord, your Sorrows find relief,And a short Pause succeeds your weighty Grief;With Candour this unwelcome Verse peruse,The ...
Hail to the Light of this revolving Morn,On which such Beauty to the World was born,Or rather made--for thus Traditions ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
Ye Poets, take Heed how you trust to the Muse, fa, la.What Words to make Choice of, and what to ...
At length this Oak, all canker'd round,And rotten to the Heart,Became the Nuisance of the Ground,And play'd the Tyrant's Part.His ...
In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,There stands a great House (and ...
Tories and Whigs, with mutual selfish Pride,In all their Quarrels for themselves decide,Both Parties their own Principles prefer,And in their ...
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