The Cabinet of Poetry; Containing the Best Entire Pieces to Be Found in the Works of the British Poets Volume 3 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808 edition. Excerpt: ...assaults of shame Who lull thy anxious soul to balmy rest, If Henry, dearest Henry, flies thy breast? Yet, though he flies, your wings, ye angels, spread, And hover, guardians, o'er my Henry's head; Who knows but this kind pray'r is pour'd too late, ' And he already struggles with his fate? Already wounded, pants, and gasps in death, And Rosamonda is his latest breath? Propitious Heaven vouchsafe a gracious ear Grant these be only phantoms of my fear: Heav'n still is gracious, if true suppliants pray; And lo --the foul chirnseras fleet away Transporting prospects to my wishes rise, Beam on my soul, and brighten in my eyes He lives he lives I see his banner spread, And laurels, -wreath'd round the gay victor's head Ye winds convey the news to Albion's floods Ye floods resound it to the joyous woods Ye joyous woods your tuneful choirs prepare To hail my hero from the toils of war Delusive scenes too beautiful to stay They fade in visionary streaks away. Alas no lovely Henry now is nigh His genius took his form to soothe my eye. No more I seem his melting voice to hear Peace babbling fountains nor abuse my ear. Ye flowers ye streams ye gales, no longer move t For ah how strong is fancy, join'd with love O frail inconstancy of mortal state One hour dejected, and the next elate Rais'd by false hopes, or by false fears deprest, How different passions sway the human breast Now smiling pleasures, with fair charms, invite, Now frowning horrors, with black trains, affright, Future distrusts the present joys controul, And fancy triumphs o'er the reas'ning soul. As mid the trees I solitary rove, The trees awake some image of my love: Where'er their arms in am'rous foldings join, My longing arms I spread to fold in thine. The...