William Somervile

thumb|right|My hoarse-sounding hornInvites thee to the chase, the sport of kings. William Somervile, sometimes reported as Somerville (2 September 1675 – 19 July 1742) was an English poet. Quotes He taught them how to live and how to die. In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore, line 21. Fortune is like a widow won,And truckles to the bold alone. The Fortune-Hunter, Canto II. For the next inn he spurs amain,In haste alights, and skuds away,But time and tide for no man stay. The Sweet-Scented Miser, line 98. Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies,And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen!Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears,Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears:Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaimIn heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shameLest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe,With impious scorn insult our solemn woe. The Lamentation of David over Saul and Jonathan. The Chace (1735) My hoarse-sounding hornInvites thee to the chase, the sport of kings;Image of war, without its guilt. Bk. I, l. 13 Hail, happy Britain! highly favoured isle, And Heaven's peculiar care! Bk. I, l. 84 Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend. Bk. II, l. 79 Hail, blooming Youth!May all your virtues with your years improve,Till in consummate worth you shine the prideOf these our days, and succeeding timesA bright example. Bk. III, l. 389 Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns,* * * * The soulOf man alone, that particle divine,Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail. Bk. IV, l. 1 The birdThat glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings. External links Category:1675 births Category:1742 deaths Category:Poets from England