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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... Soul ; A Spirit which infpires the Work throughout , As that of Nature moves the World about ; A Heat which glows in every word that's writ , ' Tis fomething of Divine , and more than Wit ; B 3 Ic It self unfeen , yet all things by it ...
... Soul ; A Spirit which infpires the Work throughout , As that of Nature moves the World about ; A Heat which glows in every word that's writ , ' Tis fomething of Divine , and more than Wit ; B 3 Ic It self unfeen , yet all things by it ...
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... Soul : All this together yet is but a part Of Dialogue , that great and powerful Art , Now almoft loft , which the old Grecian knew From whence the Romans fainter Copies drew , Scarce compréhended fince , but by a few.` Plato and Lucian ...
... Soul : All this together yet is but a part Of Dialogue , that great and powerful Art , Now almoft loft , which the old Grecian knew From whence the Romans fainter Copies drew , Scarce compréhended fince , but by a few.` Plato and Lucian ...
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... Souls amaz'd we find As much above the rest of human kind Natures whole ftrength united ! endless Fame , And univerfal Shouts attend their Name . Read Homer once , and you can read no more , For all things elfe appear fo dull and poor ...
... Souls amaz'd we find As much above the rest of human kind Natures whole ftrength united ! endless Fame , And univerfal Shouts attend their Name . Read Homer once , and you can read no more , For all things elfe appear fo dull and poor ...
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... Soul detain : But against me thy ftrongeft Forces call , And on my Head let all the Tempeft fall ; No fhrinking back shall any weakness shew , And calmly I'll expect the fatal blow ; My Limbs not trembling , in my mind no fear , Plaints ...
... Soul detain : But against me thy ftrongeft Forces call , And on my Head let all the Tempeft fall ; No fhrinking back shall any weakness shew , And calmly I'll expect the fatal blow ; My Limbs not trembling , in my mind no fear , Plaints ...
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... Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our hearts united , had the fame defires , And both alike , burn'd in Impatient Fires . Too Faithful Memory ! I give thee Leave Thy wretched Mafter kindly to deceive ; D Make Make me not once ...
... Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our hearts united , had the fame defires , And both alike , burn'd in Impatient Fires . Too Faithful Memory ! I give thee Leave Thy wretched Mafter kindly to deceive ; D Make Make me not once ...
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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...