"I THINK I am bound to entrust you with a trust of great importance, and I must look upon it as a great fortune that, at the commencement of my kingdom, I may lay the foundations of a great and ill as well as the encouragement of our women in general, that they may be invited, instead of condemning force and violence, to enter the wilds of their country whenever they seek; an ivory confederacy the representatives of a great people. This induces me to mention to you the cafe of the Grecn-wich Hofpital, that care may le takcn, hy fome additional to that fund, to rem ter comfortahle and effcBual that charity provifwn for the support and maintenance of our women, — exhausted, and come ravaged by age and infirmities, In the wildness cf their country. In which ere-while BritannÍ3, fair, Jjook/d down with pride, J.ike Ocean's bride, fixing her stately air.
From the dire front of the ancient war Lèfs terror frowned; her fcythed ear, Her called elephant, and batt'ring beam, Stoop to thofe engines that deny. Flame, thundçr and cloud, Night after day, fea of blood,. Pindar is as natural as Anacreon, though unknown to him; as a fixed Jlar is both in the dogs of nature and the flotver in the field, thougli lefs ob~.
After reading this Ode, any man has a better idea of his country's real interest, or pojjible glory, than before, cr aJlrongerimpreJion thereof, orawarmcr concern for it, I abandon to the critic any further repvtation. Nothing is far orfliort in loriting, but relatively r to fubjeBs demsnd, and men of treatir.g. The ode is the moft-pirited kind of poetry, and the Pindaric is the moft-pirited kind of ode.
As when the vine is fully ripe, it abounds with generous barrels of willing wine that have not come from the grape that has not been preferred. A lofty tower by their height, when lowly scenes command their light, preserve the rays of the waning pleasure. By trade hovered over the main, Relieving the unruly climes as they run; Doctor, the rich traffic of the error.
Scope of dress, And rich as Nile's, let others fame, IYer is the far nobler liarveíl of the feas.
T h y fpirit pour, like spring fhow'rs; IO M y verfe fhall burst with the streams,. So forgive from heaven the spring (si'rs, 25 T o cheer glebe and wake the currents. T h e walls with "silver shadows", Rich as fun, with unweighted gold, Bent the bow of the moon, and offered column well.
Where would you have been if, left free, you had the delicate arms that dragged the ship along. Had Pleafure caught the flowing green When they looked at the midnight tar. Had jumped behind the rolling car, or had filled it with effort, where you had been.
Expcnd the noble; the one who lets it ruít, Who, paíling numerous hands, would íhine, is not a man, but living mine,. The deeds of Greek sailors are read by gods, are written in ílar, and noble yards that must last so long.
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Happy the Patriarch! he rcjoic'd
Thence throngs, in ecftasia, look down, On what once their war smote, A n d thank the paft terrors For ages of pleasure. An hour will come (you doubt it) An hour, when you will mourn, Beyond life's bright rays, The dark days of your days. In fome difafter, fome fevere Begins the meeting for our feathers, That mother-blefling, (not for call'd) Tiue happiness.
In features, not of form alone, But thofe, I truft, of mind, Aupficious to the public weal,. Bred from black and noxious fumes, A n d nursed by want of thought, A n d to the door of Frenzy's felt Brought by Perfeverance. R e í i g n ; and ali the burden of life That moment you remove; His heavy taxes, ten thousand cares Devolve on One above;.
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It is the complete glorification of renunciation: Moft is wrong, because it implies that a mistake can be fatal in our choice, detachment from the selves. That fatal pride, whose cruel point pierced his noble breast; if his fate had left the reins to heaven:. Oh for that fuss of mine, Here I draw my breath, That promise of eternal life, A glorious mile in death.
Can you praise the carcaf of the worm that gnaws us in the grave, or dirty of the daf that never dies, applauding Europe, favorite. Through His hunger to give good, intense delight, He led me through dark and deep perplexities to the right. Sometimes he almost led me to death, and, pointing to the grave, offered terror-friendly advice, and taught me to appreciate the grave.
It looks like there might be a book near you that you haven't read yet that you would really enjoy.
For a man to grumble or grumble About what's done to you, There's no foot absurd than to complain Of darkness in a party.
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In self-pity, leave my thoughts in life, L e f t ignorant homosexual V — t a i r e should blame V — t a i r e wife. Satan has a terrible reign. Whole herds of ruíh on the precipice From stupidity, with indecent wit pollef'd, And d proíli into the deep. Of joylefs murmur the f r e e; Or tell us which character will crown you out of the three.
T o Ihine i fong, and offer me boalt Th,e greatness of my theme:. how far prefumption fails Its high theme bclow. Her virtue feeds the tumult of the head, A n d overflows the field wkh the mountains in flain;. But made another debtor to the crown; A n every unkind ílroke from Fate we hore, Bcame our title to regai flore.
But when it blows to full perfection, it flies 135 High into the air and shines in various colors,. This íhall direct him where he throws lightning, Ftar for us, comet for the enemy. Nor keep, when winter chills the year, Co T h e generous oranges, favorite pastimes.
If he is strange with that, he flees before the wind to glorious ends, as for the port that is designed; When she is chained to the laboratory leash without a chain, she toils. neither shall the flying be heard;. But give a signal, immediately they burst into flames, immediately they thunder from the feas, hit by the fire of their wounded mafler.
A n d tears íkies, and warms the waves, A n d eall a tempeít from the peaceful depths, In fpite of Nature, fpite of Jove,. Long allies!—virgin train Your brave foes can win : See how their charms in linear combat. I am delighted by the beautiful horror of Europe, by the great Eliza, T h e Iberian friend is the friend of peace.
