A Collection of Poems: Viz. The Temple of DeathRalph Smith, at the Bible, 1702 - 453 páginas |
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... will have , Their fears eclipfe the Glory of their Grave . Before thy Face they make undecent moan , And feel a hundred Deaths in fearing one ; Th The flame becomes unhallow'd in their Breaft , And he ༡༠ The Temple of DEATH .
... will have , Their fears eclipfe the Glory of their Grave . Before thy Face they make undecent moan , And feel a hundred Deaths in fearing one ; Th The flame becomes unhallow'd in their Breaft , And he ༡༠ The Temple of DEATH .
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... Glory , and my Pain , In fpight of Death it felf , shall fill remain Ah ! Dear Orontes , my hard Fate denies That hope is the last thing which in us dies From my griev'd Breaft all thofe foft Thou are fled , And Love furvives , although ...
... Glory , and my Pain , In fpight of Death it felf , shall fill remain Ah ! Dear Orontes , my hard Fate denies That hope is the last thing which in us dies From my griev'd Breaft all thofe foft Thou are fled , And Love furvives , although ...
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... : Exalt , O Jacob's Sacred Race , The God of Gods , the God of Grace , Who will above the Stars your Empire raise , And with his Glory , Recompence your Praife . TO ΤΟ ORIND A. An Imitation of ORACE . the Earl 48 A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 148 .
... : Exalt , O Jacob's Sacred Race , The God of Gods , the God of Grace , Who will above the Stars your Empire raise , And with his Glory , Recompence your Praife . TO ΤΟ ORIND A. An Imitation of ORACE . the Earl 48 A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 148 .
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... Glory of our Holy - days : Why doft thou now fit mufing all alone , Teaching the Turtles yet a fadder Groan ? Well'd with thy Tears , why does the N b'ring Brook Bear to the Ocean what she never took ? Why do our Woods , fo us'd to hear ...
... Glory of our Holy - days : Why doft thou now fit mufing all alone , Teaching the Turtles yet a fadder Groan ? Well'd with thy Tears , why does the N b'ring Brook Bear to the Ocean what she never took ? Why do our Woods , fo us'd to hear ...
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... Glory brings , Than ' tis to tread on Scepters and on King Secure of Empire in that Beauteous Breaft Who would not give their Crowns to bleft ? Was Hellen half fo fair , fo form'd for Joy , Well chofe the Trojan , and well burnt was So ...
... Glory brings , Than ' tis to tread on Scepters and on King Secure of Empire in that Beauteous Breaft Who would not give their Crowns to bleft ? Was Hellen half fo fair , fo form'd for Joy , Well chofe the Trojan , and well burnt was So ...
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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
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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...