Moonlight The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow |
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THE EPILOGUE.
Now thanks, O gentle Muse, I say,
Who gav'st me this Venetian lay,
And may the song be sweet and clear,
In noble Eldon's wisest ear:
With what, too, of diviner flame,
From the learn'd Anacreon came,
And lighter Flaccus, whose sharp string
Could please the world's discreetest king.
Who gav'st me this Venetian lay,
And may the song be sweet and clear,
In noble Eldon's wisest ear:
With what, too, of diviner flame,
From the learn'd Anacreon came,
And lighter Flaccus, whose sharp string
Could please the world's discreetest king.
And, ere yet the grasshopper
In the mead shall chirrup clear,
And bright willow-buds appear;
Ere the swallow dips it's wing,
On the surface of the spring;
Ere the forsaken Philomel
Her chant unto the forest tell;
Or the cuckoo strain her throat,
Which the married ear may note;
Long ere these sweet things shall be,
May this noble lord be free
From pain and infelicity:
That Equity may find its chair
Fill'd with prudence, and wise care;
That th' expecting Parliament
May have it's long-lov'd President;
That the weighty Council-board,
Which, O Muse, can ill afford,
Rich though it be, to lose this lord,
May joy in his pure golden light,
And be to our admiring sight
A perfect constellation bright:
In the mead shall chirrup clear,
And bright willow-buds appear;
Ere the swallow dips it's wing,
On the surface of the spring;
Ere the forsaken Philomel
Her chant unto the forest tell;
Or the cuckoo strain her throat,
Which the married ear may note;
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May this noble lord be free
From pain and infelicity:
That Equity may find its chair
Fill'd with prudence, and wise care;
That th' expecting Parliament
May have it's long-lov'd President;
That the weighty Council-board,
Which, O Muse, can ill afford,
Rich though it be, to lose this lord,
May joy in his pure golden light,
And be to our admiring sight
A perfect constellation bright:
These things shall make our Prince to smile,
And fill with joy the Silver Isle.
And fill with joy the Silver Isle.
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