Quotes from The Chace — William Somervile
1675–1742 England
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My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings;
Image of war, without its guilt.
The Chace (1735)
Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns,
* * * * The soul
Of man alone, that particle divine,
Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail.
The Chace (1735)
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!
Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread
O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,
And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.
The Chace (1735)
Hail, blooming Youth!
May all your virtues with your years improve,
Till in consummate worth you shine the pride
Of these our days, and succeeding times
A bright example.
The Chace (1735)
The bird
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings.
The Chace (1735)
Hail, happy Britain! highly favoured isle,
And Heaven's peculiar care!
The Chace (1735)