The Poetical Works of John Langhorne ... To which are prefixed, Memoirs of the Author by his Son the Rev. J. T. Langhorne ... In Two Volumes |
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FRAGMENT,
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FRAGMENT, WRITTEN AT CLARE-HALL ON THE KING's ACCESSION.
1760.
While every gale the voice of triumph brings,
And smiling Victory waves her purple wings;
While earth and ocean yield their subject powers,
Neptune his waves and Cybele her towers;
Yet will you deign the Muse's voice to hear,
And let her welcome greet a Monarch's ear?
Yes; midst the toils of glory ill-repaid,
Oft has the Monarch sought her soothing aid.
See Frederic court her in the rage of war,
Tho' rapid vengeance urge his hostile car:
With her repos'd in philosophic rest,
The sage's sunshine smooths the warrior's breast.
And smiling Victory waves her purple wings;
While earth and ocean yield their subject powers,
Neptune his waves and Cybele her towers;
Yet will you deign the Muse's voice to hear,
And let her welcome greet a Monarch's ear?
Yes; midst the toils of glory ill-repaid,
Oft has the Monarch sought her soothing aid.
See Frederic court her in the rage of war,
Tho' rapid vengeance urge his hostile car:
With her repos'd in philosophic rest,
The sage's sunshine smooths the warrior's breast.
Whate'er Arcadian fancy feign'd of old
Of halcyon days, and minutes plum'd with gold;
Whate'er adorn'd the wisest, gentlest reign,
From you she hopes—let not her hopes be vain!
Rise, ancient suns! advance, Pierian days!
Flow, Attic streams! and spring, Aonian bays!
Cam, down thy wave in brisker mazes glide,
And see new honours crown thy hoary side!
Thy osiers old see myrtle groves succeed!
And the green laurel meet the waving reed!
Of halcyon days, and minutes plum'd with gold;
Whate'er adorn'd the wisest, gentlest reign,
From you she hopes—let not her hopes be vain!
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Flow, Attic streams! and spring, Aonian bays!
Cam, down thy wave in brisker mazes glide,
And see new honours crown thy hoary side!
Thy osiers old see myrtle groves succeed!
And the green laurel meet the waving reed!
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