Poems by the Late Reverend Dr. Thomas Blacklock Together with an Essay on the Education of the Blind. To Which is Prefixed A New Account of the Life and Writings of the Author |
To HEALTH:
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To HEALTH:
An ODE.
Mother of all human joys,
Rosy cheeks, and sparkling eyes;
In whose train, for ever gay,
Smiling Loves and Graces play:
If complaints thy soul can move,
Or music charm, the voice of love!
Hither, Goddess, ere too late,
Turn, and stop impending fate.
Rosy cheeks, and sparkling eyes;
In whose train, for ever gay,
Smiling Loves and Graces play:
If complaints thy soul can move,
Or music charm, the voice of love!
Hither, Goddess, ere too late,
Turn, and stop impending fate.
Over earth, and sea, and sky,
Bid thy airy heralds fly;
With each balm which nature yields,
From the gardens, groves, and fields,
From each flow'r of varied hue,
From each herb that sips the dew,
From each tree of fragrant bloom,
Bid the gales their wings perfume;
And, around fair Celia's head,
All the mingled incense shed:
Till each living sweetness rise,
Paint her cheeks, and arm her eyes,
Mild as ev'ning's humid ray,
Yet awful as the blaze of day.
Bid thy airy heralds fly;
With each balm which nature yields,
From the gardens, groves, and fields,
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From each herb that sips the dew,
From each tree of fragrant bloom,
Bid the gales their wings perfume;
And, around fair Celia's head,
All the mingled incense shed:
Till each living sweetness rise,
Paint her cheeks, and arm her eyes,
Mild as ev'ning's humid ray,
Yet awful as the blaze of day.
Celia if the fates restore,
Love and beauty weep no more:
But if they snatch the lovely prize,
All that's fair in Celia dies.
Love and beauty weep no more:
But if they snatch the lovely prize,
All that's fair in Celia dies.
Poems by the Late Reverend Dr. Thomas Blacklock | ||