A Collection of Poems: Viz. The Temple of DeathRalph Smith, at the Bible, 1702 - 453 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 30
Página 11
... Force Are † ODES , the Muses moft unruly Horse ; That bounds fo fierce , the Rider has no rest , But foams at mouth , and moves like one poffeft . The Poet here must be indeed inspired , With Fury too , as well as Fancy fired ...
... Force Are † ODES , the Muses moft unruly Horse ; That bounds fo fierce , the Rider has no rest , But foams at mouth , and moves like one poffeft . The Poet here must be indeed inspired , With Fury too , as well as Fancy fired ...
Página 16
... force , Muft needs fucceed ; for who can chufe but p A dying Hero miferably witty ? But , oh , the Dialogues , where jeft , and m Is held up like a Reft at Shittle - cock ! Or elfe like Bells , eternally they chime , They figh in Simile ...
... force , Muft needs fucceed ; for who can chufe but p A dying Hero miferably witty ? But , oh , the Dialogues , where jeft , and m Is held up like a Reft at Shittle - cock ! Or elfe like Bells , eternally they chime , They figh in Simile ...
Página 31
... Forces call , And on my Head let all the Tempest 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 in my Mouth , nor in my Eyes a Tear ...
... Forces call , And on my Head let all the Tempest 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 in my Mouth , nor in my Eyes a Tear ...
Página 61
... force : The Wretch that to a scorn'd Condition's thrown , With the World's favour , lofes too his own . While fawning Troops their Conquering Prince enclos'd , Now render'd abfolute by being oppos'd ; Princes Princes by Difobedience get ...
... force : The Wretch that to a scorn'd Condition's thrown , With the World's favour , lofes too his own . While fawning Troops their Conquering Prince enclos'd , Now render'd abfolute by being oppos'd ; Princes Princes by Difobedience get ...
Página 69
... Force . Before his once fcorn'd Enemy he reels , His Wounds encreafing with his Shame , he feels The others Strength , more from his Weaknes grows , And with one furious push , his Rival throws . So a tall Oak , the pride of all the ...
... Force . Before his once fcorn'd Enemy he reels , His Wounds encreafing with his Shame , he feels The others Strength , more from his Weaknes grows , And with one furious push , his Rival throws . So a tall Oak , the pride of all the ...
Contenido
89 | |
101 | |
107 | |
125 | |
131 | |
137 | |
139 | |
146 | |
152 | |
160 | |
166 | |
172 | |
184 | |
310 | |
316 | |
331 | |
346 | |
349 | |
370 | |
376 | |
387 | |
393 | |
400 | |
419 | |
433 | |
440 | |
Términos y frases comunes
Arms Beauty beſt Bleffings bleft Breaft bright Cauſe Celia Charms Conqueft cou'd Courſe Death defign defire Deſpair difdain Divine Eaſe Edmund Arwaker Empire Eyes Fair fame Author Fate fear fecure feem felf fhall fhew fhining fhou'd fight filent fince firſt Flame foft fome foon ftand ftill ftrength fuch fure Glorious Glory Goddeſs Gods Grace Grief Happineſs Heart Heaven Hero himſelf Honour Hymen infpire Jove juft juſt King laft laſt leaſt lefs Lesbia loft loſe Lov'd Love Lovers mighty moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph once Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praife Praiſe Pride Prince Queen Rage raiſe reft reſt rife ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sir Charles Sedley Sir George Etherege SONG Soul ſpread ſtill Tears Thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Thy facred influence uſe Verfe Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe Winter's Child wou'd Wounds Youth ΤΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 307 - Lets through its meshes every meaner thought, While rich ideas there are only caught? Sure that's not all; this is a piece too fair To be the child of Chance, and not of Care. No atoms casually together hurl'd Could e'er produce so beautiful a world. Nor dare I such a doctrine here admit, As would destroy the providence of Wit. Tis your strong genius, then, which does not feel Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel.
Página 306 - Singing no more can your foft numbers grace, Than paint adds charms unto a beauteous face. Yet as, when mighty rivers gently creep, Their even calmnefs does fuppofe them deep ; Such is your Mufe : no metaphor fwell'd high With dangerous boldnefs lifts her to the fky : Thofe mounting fancies, when they fall again, Shew fand and dirt at bottom do remain.
Página 393 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oysters...
Página 319 - ... courts, or starve, Were proud, so good a Government to serve ; And, mixing with buffoons and pimps profane, Tainted the stage for some small snip of gain : For they, like harlots, under bawds professed, Took all the ungodly pains, and got the least.
Página 411 - Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, Which, till the First degrading Sin Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, Still with the Other did comply, Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, And range the Mansions of it's native Sky.
Página 154 - And while her power he does defame; He poorly doubles his own shame! Even that, malice does betray, And speak concern another way; And all such scorn in men is but The smokes of fires ill put out!
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 45 - At whofe command the foaming billows roar, Yet know their limits, tremble and adore. Ye...
Página 397 - Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils Inextricable, nor will aught avail Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ; The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, And butterfly proud of expanded wings Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, Useless resistance make : with eager strides, She...
Página 283 - Then bless your stars, you happy London Wives Who love at large, each Day, yet keep your Lives: Nor envy poor Imoinda's doating...