Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow Lord Thurlow |
VERSES, IN ALL HUMILITY DEDICATED TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
The Prince Regent. |
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VERSES, IN ALL HUMILITY DEDICATED TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS The Prince Regent.
As when the burning Majesty of Day
The golden-hoofed steeds doth speed away
To reach the summit of the Eastern hill;
(And sweet expectance all the World doth fill;)
The golden-hoofed steeds doth speed away
To reach the summit of the Eastern hill;
(And sweet expectance all the World doth fill;)
With all his gorgeous company of Clouds
(Wherein sometimes his awful face he shrouds),
Of amber, and of gold, he marcheth on,
And the pure Angels sing before his throne;
(Wherein sometimes his awful face he shrouds),
Of amber, and of gold, he marcheth on,
And the pure Angels sing before his throne;
Beneath his feet the beams of Morning play;
Before him the immortal Seasons stray;
And, looking down from that thrice sacred height,
He fills the boundless kingdoms with his light:
Before him the immortal Seasons stray;
And, looking down from that thrice sacred height,
He fills the boundless kingdoms with his light:
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So You, great Sir, if fitly we design
The kingly glory by a type divine,
Like that exalted Shepherd , on his way,
Disperse our darkness, and restore our day:
The kingly glory by a type divine,
Like that exalted Shepherd , on his way,
Disperse our darkness, and restore our day:
The tears, which we have shed, no more shall flow;
Your beauteous rising in our hearts shall glow;
And hymns of praise, as we behold your light,
Shall warble from the bosom of the night!
Your beauteous rising in our hearts shall glow;
And hymns of praise, as we behold your light,
Shall warble from the bosom of the night!
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