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Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid

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THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUM BUT Cytherea, studious to invent Arts yet untried, upon new counsels bent, Resolves that Cupid, changed in form and face To young Ascanius, should…

To—- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn

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INMATE of a mountain-dwelling, Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed From the watch-towers of Helvellyn; Awed, delighted, and amazed! Potent was the spell that bound thee Not unwilling to obey;…

To Toussaint L’Ouverture

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TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men! Whether the whistling Rustic tend his plough Within thy hearing, or thy head be now Pillowed in some deep dungeon’s earless den;– O…

To Thomas Clarkson

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ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE MARCH 1807 CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb: How toilsome–nay, how dire–it was, by…

To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)

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COMPOSED WHILE WE WERE LABOURING TOGETHER IN HIS PLEASURE-GROUND SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont’s side, Thou art a tool of…

To The Small Celandine

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PANSIES, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises; Long as there’s a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have…

To The Same Flower

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PLEASURES newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must…

To The Same (John Dyer)

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ENOUGH of climbing toil!–Ambition treads Here, as ‘mid busier scenes, ground steep and rough, Or slippery even to peril! and each step, As we for most uncertain recompence Mount toward…

To The Poet, John Dyer

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BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made That work a living landscape fair and bright; Nor hallowed less with musical delight Than those soft scenes through which thy childhood…