Richard Blackmore Quotes

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No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms,
No more of Valour's force, or Beauty's charms!
The themes of vulgar lays with just disdain
I leave unsung, the flocks, the amorous swain,
The pleasures of the land, and terrors of the main.
How abject, how inglorious 'tis to lie
Grovelling in dust and darkness, when on high
Empires immense, and rolling worlds of light,
To range their heavenly scenes the muse invite!

Richard Blackmore
'Tis in the power of Poetry to insinuate into the inmost Recesses of the Mind, to touch any Spring that moves the Heart, to agitate the Soul with any sort of Affection, and transform it into any Shape or Posture it thinks fit.

Richard Blackmore
The sun, a globe of fire, a glowing mass, Hotter than melting flint, or fluid glass, Of this our system holds the middle place.

Richard Blackmore
Behold the light emitted from the Sun, What more familiar, and what more unknown? While by its spreading Radiance it reveals All Nature's Face, it still itself conceals.

Richard Blackmore
Mercurius nearest to the Central Sun,
Does in an Oval Orbit circling run:
But rarely is the Object of our Sight,
In Solar Glory sunk and more prevailing Light.

Richard Blackmore
Venus the next, whose lovely Beams adorn As well the Dewy Eve, as opening Morn, Does her fair Orb in beauteous Order turn.

Richard Blackmore
In beauteous Order all the Orbs advance, And in their mazy complicated Dance, Not in one part of all the Pathless Sky Did any ever halt, or step awry.

Richard Blackmore
All these Illustrious Worlds, and many more, Which by the Tube Astronomers explore; And Millions which the Glass can ne'er descry, Lost in the Wilds of vast Immensity, Are Suns, are Centers, whose Superior Sway Planets of various Magnitude obey.

Richard Blackmore