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MANCHESTER, &c.
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Evening Sports—Throwing the Quoit or Discus.
Oh! thy name, in faint whispers, shall give to me power,
As struggling I stem the rough wave to the shore.
As struggling I stem the rough wave to the shore.
Now sports succeed, and o'er the verdant green,
In busy groupes, the sprightly race are seen.
Each amorous youth his manly vigour shews,
And hopes to please the maid for whom he glows.
The ponderous quoit with sportive haste he tries;[1]
Hurl'd from his well-nerv'd arm, the massy circle flies,
Mounts high in air, whilst eager for its fall,
With anxious eye, he marks it to the goal.
Disc succeeds disc, till scatter'd all around,
In heaps confus'd, they strew th' Olympic ground;
Whilst for a kiss th' enraptur'd victor turns,
Meed of reward from her for whom he burns;
In busy groupes, the sprightly race are seen.
Each amorous youth his manly vigour shews,
And hopes to please the maid for whom he glows.
The ponderous quoit with sportive haste he tries;[1]
Hurl'd from his well-nerv'd arm, the massy circle flies,
Mounts high in air, whilst eager for its fall,
With anxious eye, he marks it to the goal.
Disc succeeds disc, till scatter'd all around,
In heaps confus'd, they strew th' Olympic ground;
Whilst for a kiss th' enraptur'd victor turns,
Meed of reward from her for whom he burns;
- ↑ Quisque suis accingitur armis,
Jactique legens vestigia, primam,
Qui certamen init, sphæram demittit
Radit iter, donec sensim primo impete fesso
Subsistat; subito Globus emicat alter et alter.
Vide Sphæristerium a Jo. Addison.
