A collection of poems: viz The temple of death: by the marquis of Normanby. An epistle to the earl of Dorset: by Charles Montague, lord Halifax. The duel of the stags: by sir Robert Howard. With several original poems, never before printed, by the e. of Roscommon [and others.].R. Smith, 1702 - 453 páginas |
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... Power extends o'er all things that have B breath , A Cruel Tyrant , and her Name is Death . The fairest Object of our wond'ring Eyes Was newly offer'd up her Sacrifice ; Th ' adjoining places where the Altar ftood , Yet blushing with ...
... Power extends o'er all things that have B breath , A Cruel Tyrant , and her Name is Death . The fairest Object of our wond'ring Eyes Was newly offer'd up her Sacrifice ; Th ' adjoining places where the Altar ftood , Yet blushing with ...
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... power can give Relief : I come not hither to prolong my Fate , But wish my wretched Life a fhorter date , And that the Earth would in its Bowels hide A wretch , whom Heaven invades on every fide : That from the fight of Day I could ...
... power can give Relief : I come not hither to prolong my Fate , But wish my wretched Life a fhorter date , And that the Earth would in its Bowels hide A wretch , whom Heaven invades on every fide : That from the fight of Day I could ...
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... Power of Nature , or of Art ; Nothing but Death can ease a broken heart . And that thou mayft behold my helpless state , Learn the extreameft rigor of my Fate . Amidft th ' innumerable beauteous Train , Paris the Queen Amidt The Temple ...
... Power of Nature , or of Art ; Nothing but Death can ease a broken heart . And that thou mayft behold my helpless state , Learn the extreameft rigor of my Fate . Amidft th ' innumerable beauteous Train , Paris the Queen Amidt The Temple ...
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... Power I groan , Shew'd me this Beauty e'er ' twas fully blown ; Her tim❜rous Charms , and her unpractis'd Look , Their firft affurance from my Conquest took , By wounding me , the learnt the fatal Art , And the first figh fhe had , was ...
... Power I groan , Shew'd me this Beauty e'er ' twas fully blown ; Her tim❜rous Charms , and her unpractis'd Look , Their firft affurance from my Conquest took , By wounding me , the learnt the fatal Art , And the first figh fhe had , was ...
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... Powers in which they trust . Her wafted Spirits now begin to faint , Yet Patience ties her Tongue from all Complaint , And in her Heart , as in a Fort remains , But yields at laft to her refiftless pains ; Thus while the Fever am'rous ...
... Powers in which they trust . Her wafted Spirits now begin to faint , Yet Patience ties her Tongue from all Complaint , And in her Heart , as in a Fort remains , But yields at laft to her refiftless pains ; Thus while the Fever am'rous ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arms Beauty becauſe beſt Bleffings bleft Breaſt bright Cauſe Celia Charms Conqueft cou'd Crown'd Death Defign defign'd Defires Deſpair Difdain eafie Eyes facred Fair fame Author Fate fear fecure feem felf fhall fhew fhou'd fight fince firft firſt Flame Foes foft fome Fools foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure Glory Gods Grace Grief Heart Heaven Hero himſelf Honour Hymen Jove juft juſt King laft laſt leaſt lefs Light loft loſe Lov'd Love Lovers mighty Mind moft moſt Mourn Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph once Paffion Pain paſt pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Pride Prince Rage raiſe reft reſt rife Satyr ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sir Charles Sedley Sir George Etherege Slaves SONG Soul ſpread ſtands ſtill ſuch Tears Thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe Verfe Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe worfe wou'd Wounds Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 398 - Frofts With pleafant Wines, and crackling Blaze of Wood ; Me, lonely fitting, nor the glimmering Light Of make-weight Candle, nor the joyous Talk Of loving Friend delights ; diftrefs'd, forlorn, Amidft the Horrors of the tedious Night, Darkling I figh, and feed with difmal Thoughts My anxious Mind ; or fometimes mournful Verfe Indite, and fing of Groves and Myrtle Shades, Or defperate Lady near a purling Stream, Or Lover pendent on a Willow Tree.
Página 311 - Players and plays reduced to second infancy. Sharp to the world, but thoughtless of renown, They plot not on the stage, but on the town, And, in despair, their empty pit to fill, Set up some foreign monster in a bill. Thus they jog on, still tricking, never thriving, And murdering plays, which they miscall reviving.
Página 153 - Love is a burthen, which two hearts, When equally they bear their parts, With pleasure carry ; but no one, Alas, can bear it long alone. I'm not of those who court their pain, And make an idol of disdain ; My hope in love does ne'er expire, But it extinguishes desire.
Página 31 - I'll expeft the fatal blow ; My limbs not trembling, in my mind no fear, Plaints in my mouth, nor in my eyes a tear. Think not that Time, our wonted fure relief, That univerfal cure for every grief, Whofe aid fo many lovers oft...
Página 162 - IT is not, Celia, in our power To say how long our love will last; It may be we within this hour May lose those joys we now do taste: The Blessed, that immortal be, From change in love are only free. Then since we mortal lovers are, Ask not how long our love will last; But while it does, let us take care Each minute be with pleasure passed: Were it not madness to deny To live because we're sure to die?
Página 306 - And ftill me might, had wanton wits not been; Who, like ill guardians, liv'd themfelves at large, And, not content with that, debauch'd their charge, Like fome brave captain, your...
Página 276 - The doom, of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd, And the bafe author of the crime dethron'd. Such were the virtuous maxims of the great, Free from the fervile arts of...
Página 388 - Could guard him from her conquering eyes. Orange with youth experience has ; In action young, in council old : Orange is what Augustus was, Brave, wary, provident, and bold.
Página 381 - But could with Thunder harden'd Rebels break. Yet though they wak'd the Laws, His tender Mind Was undifturb'd, in Wrath feverely kind. Tempting His Power, 'and urging to aflume j ,".' Thus Jove in Love did Semele confume.
Página 346 - They wither under cold delays, Or are in tempests lost. One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the main Some angry wind in cruel sport The vessel drives again. At first disdain and pride they fear, Which...